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Behold,

I have nothing to say tonight.

Nothing to say.

There is nothing to say.

Tonight.

There are lots of words I could use tonight to explain

what it's like to have nothing to say,

and to say nothing,

as a result of having nothing to say.

But I won't use any of them, because I have nothing to say.

Tonight.

Tonight is not a night for saying things.

Which is why I have nothing to say.

Tonight.

But I have pictures,

Tonight.

I have pictures.

I have one picture in particular,

regarding tonight,

a picture that perfectly captures

what it's like to have nothing to say

especially as pertaining to Self-Portrait No. 6.

And so now behold,

Self-Portrait No. 6.

Nobody cares.

I don't care.

I have nothing to say.

Tonight.

But I have a picture,

and here it is:

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_{Behold. This has been another pointless post by @brandt. If you're reading this, I have nothing to say, and I don't care. Nobody cares. And so now behold my amazing signature,}

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_{Hello from the high Rockies of Colorado. My name is Brandt, pleased to meet you. I live in a little ghost town called Leadville. If you like mountains, snow, jokes, self-portraits, running, hiking, breathing, not working, &c., &c., then you and I have a lot in common. We should chat sometime. Yes, all photos are mine unless otherwise noted. Outstanding: my entire Steemit archive. Even more outstanding: funny postcards for sale. So incredible: my website. Jesus Christ, @brandt's signature is so fucking long and stupid, he should end it soon. The end. Thanks for stopping by, and have a lovely day.}