Twittism

bloated blogging was not the way so I let the flowing Twitter wash away the cacophonetic sins of yesternet purewittification via pipes of the internets for peace in first and second life we congregate and make tweets rife I now submit to my god of the 140 I have my say and say it shortly I surf the net from bedside Walden Pond if I hear blather, "Simplify," I respond now lifted up I shant go back with just 140 nothing do I lack my many followers supply great mana by perfected brevity I've attained nirvana