i literally have nothing to say. it's not that i couldn't come up with something, i could, but at this point in time there is not a lot to talk about. sure, i could think of something to talk about, but then this would mean something. given the title i've chosen i can't very well write something meaningful right now. well, i could, but i shouldn't.

i stopped to think about what this new paragraph might have in it and i started to think of very grand ideas and fine hyperbole, but then i stopped and remembered that this should be uninspired and drivel. i've never been one to question the title of something, after all it is the title and why should i question it's meaning?

wow. clearly i've hit upon something. re-read that previous paragraph: i happen to be talking about nothing. i'm literally typing something that means nothing; it has no value. so often you read things in newspapers and magazines that once you're done reading you realize you have no idea what you just read. the different between this and that is that i'm truly trying to accomplish that; it's not as easy as you'd think. i've got to focus.

you know i read an interesting article - ah, caught myself. it's so easy to talk about something! we never bother to stop ourselves from speaking about things. it's so natural and it makes us all so feel great to talk about things that we just keep on talking. i implore you to attempt to stop yourself when you find you're talking about something, it's quite a challenge and sort of makes yourself angry... at its self.

surely if we stopped talking about things life might be a lot more interesting because then we'd really be talking about something when the need arose.