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Written on October 8, 2004, and categorized as Secret and Invisible.
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Before I go any further, I want to disassociate myself and this article from the Blunk families worldwide and the name Blunk. You are all lovely.

The Blunk I am referring to is the miasmic blunk that descends upon rational people when they start to shore up their seething emotions with half-arsed justification for abusive behaviour. If the blunk is liberal, you’ll often find an apologetic tone accompanying it. If the blunk is fascist, it will be triumphal. But, blunk is blunk and it relies on a combination of denial and aggression to persist.

Blunk is the smell that you wish you hadn’t smelled. Blunk makes your nose rot and your teeth ache. Blunk makes a mist both inside and outside your car window and causes crashes and multiple pile-ups, none of which are your fault. Blunk is never your fault. Anyone that thinks otherwise is stupidly mistaken at best, insanely psychotic at worst. When you think you are out of the blunk, you are still in it. Blunk occurs in any season at any temperature. It wants you to think it is normal. It isn’t normal – it is blunk.

If this makes any sense to you, then remember this as a mantra to help you through the terrible fog:

I have not been blinking, and I am not blunk.

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