Who goes there?

I don't tell people about this site, yet somehow people find it in droves. They also tend to leave it in droves, but I'm still surprised that year over year, more people visit.

And what is it that they expect to find? Popular searches include:

• euphemisms for vomiting
• "have you ever kissed a girl"
• ass licking slow motion
• 1 sentence cause of galactosemia
• egg mcmuffin fresh cracked eggs
• poem using apostrophe which should be about your daily activities (10 lines at least)

As I plug away at this project, it occurs to me that I'm certainly not meeting the expectations of my non-existent readership. And I should be indifferent, but I'm not. To the sad fucks looking for ass licking in slow motion, I truly apologize. My ramblings aren't going to get you off, and part of me feels like I've let you down. You dead-ended on a jet black page about Toucans and self-loathing, dick in hand. Neither of us wanted this.

When web was young I used to devour blogs. Now, like everyone else, I merely snack; pecking away at an endless buffet of content. 

I wonder then: what will happening to this endless stream of text inching skyward? It's not that I demand readers (I really don't) but I don't want to be a forgotten, flung open cupboard door in the frantic kitchen of the Internet. I sincerely hope that one day I can satisfy the needs of some lonesome surfer on the other side of a search engine. That someone searching for "reasons to commit suicide," will finally have found his home.