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		<title>By: JONTILLMAN.COM &#187; Me, The Brand</title>
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		<description>[...] To help us maintain our fantasy world of individualistic isolated commercial success, we pretend to have relationships with people we do not know, people who do not even exist. We have relationships with other peoples carefully crafted personal marketing messages. We develop emotional connections with the marketing messages (blogs) or commercial output (oh, I meant to say &#8216;lovingly handcrafted art&#8217; but then I threw up a little in my mouth) of complete strangers and fancy ourselves on the cutting edge of a glorious return to an idyllic cottage-industry past starring us, now, here. [...]</description>
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