I’m affair you placed me in an existential quandary.

After seeing the best of one's work and laughed about the worst one could come up with. I must apologize to my dearest and patient colleagues, for the inconvenience. But one fine gentleman, as I think to be of myself, cannot leave with his mouth shut after such monstrosity. I shall, I must scream throughout the road and avenue, beg for the blood of this feudal and brutal creature.

So to my friend Jack I don't wish any harm – only the above – I prefer the worst in you than the best, for every worst piece of shit you may write gives me less shivers than your rotten best.

Now that I have this strange predicament covered and wiped one's bottom. I must ever-so-slightly, bring upon us a tale of lust and romance… or sloth and greed, any way you put it, will be fine by me, as long as you'll take the responsibility of actually reading this dreadful "stuff".

Now is the time one Sir as myself, indeed, must say "You have been warn", so I will say you have been nicely notified, with the prospering smell of shit, about the horrifying peace of literature r you're about to stumble your eyes upon. So if you'll be brave enough to proceed, do try to enjoy or at least keep any sharpened objects away from your so nicely light eyes.

The story is about a self referring author of a strange blog, saying tales of economics and stuff like wise, and repeating Over and over this Great Post:

"I'm affair you placed me in an existential quandary.

After seeing the best of one's work and laughed about the worst one could come up with. I must apologize to my dearest and patient colleagues, for the inconvenience. But one fine gentleman, as I think to be of myself, cannot leave with his mouth shut after such monstrosity. I shall, I must scream throughout the road and avenue, beg for the blood of this feudal and brutal creature.

So to my friend Jack I don't wish any harm – only the above – I prefer the worst in you than the best, for every worst piece of shit you may write gives me less shivers than your rotten best.

Now that I have this strange predicament covered and wiped one's bottom. I must ever-so-slightly, bring upon us a tale of lust and romance… or sloth and greed, any way you put it, will be fine by me, as long as you'll take the responsibility of actually reading this dreadful "stuff".

Now is the time one Sir as myself, indeed, must say "YOU ARE BEING CONED", so I will say you have been nicely notified, with the prospering smell of shit, about the horrifying peace of literature r you're about to stumble your eyes upon. So if you'll be brave enough to proceed, do try to enjoy or at least keep any sharpened objects away from your so nicely light eyes.

The story is about a self referring author of a strange blog, saying tales of economics and stuff like wise, and repeating Over and over this Great Post:

"I'm affair YOU
placed me in an existential quandary.

After seeing the best of one's work and laughed about the worst one could come up with. I must apologize to my dearest and patient colleagues, for the inconvenience. But one fine gentleman, as I think to be of myself, cannot leave with his mouth shut after such monstrosity. I shall, I must scream throughout the road and avenue, beg for the blood of this feudal and brutal creature.

So to my friend Jack I don't wish any harm – only the above – I prefer the worst in you than the best, for every worst piece of shit you may write gives me less shivers than your rotten best.

Now that I HAVE this strange predicament covered and wiped one's bottom. I must ever-so-slightly, bring upon us a tale of lust and romance… or sloth and greed, any way you put it, will be fine by me, as long as you'll take the responsibility of actually reading this dreadful "stuff".

Now is the time one Sir as myself, indeed, must say "You have BEEN
warn", so I will say you have been nicely notified, with the prospering smell of shit, about the horrifying peace of literature r you're about to stumble your eyes upon. So if you'll be brave enough to proceed, do try to enjoy or at least keep any sharpened objects away from your so nicely light eyes.

The story is about a self referring author of a strange blog, saying tales of economics and stuff like wise, and repeating Over and over this Great Post: CONED TWICE"

And ending With a laugh at his mighty face, because for at least two minutes a dumb reader decided to read through the same post three times. Such amusing ignorance and ingenuity, brings upon a new flame to my slowing beating heart.

Your free range joker

Lestat of Lioncourt