|Anecdotes Of The Arcane|
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I'm sadly in the afterlife. By now I have killed myself the grotesque way, hanging by the head. I was thinking of decapitation, but that wouldn't have been fun alone. There were no volunteers. I asked.
Yeah that's a load of bullshit but the frank truth is that frankly I've become sick with paranoia and I'm convinced people are reading this, and not only reading it, but doing so on a regular basis and even adding commentary in the form of "reviews." I can't take it anymore so I am abandoning this site henceforth, to all who knew me: I did not develop, I was.
This is kind of fun actually. It's like writing a living obituary. Fuck I think the dog just fell off the balcony. Stupid canine. I love dogs but hate moronic heads.
OK but seriously, ABANDONING. SITE. So yeah, that means that I am still humane enough to leave this here wondrous poetry here for you to gaze upon, but that I am AWOL. So don't expect me to read your little stories or reciprocate your little reviews. If you somehow stumbled upon this site and care who I am - or who I was - I was a manic scientist who did experiments with cross-bred Spaniels and a can of anecdotes. Falta-Me.
Ciao, and think of me, conversing with Fernando Pessoa in the hereafter.
I can't spell. Eat horseflies.
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