Introduction

My thoughts are my thoughts, my very own, no one else can ever know. No one else can ever know yours either, and, if you think my words affect you absurdly, then all the better. All the better, because in this hollow shell that is people, an insane dumbfoundness has come over the world entire; words are forgotten.
People have a bemused cognizance about poetry and prose. They all write their petty essays, and very well may get "A's" on them, but I live in a realm where an outright fail is better than any plagerized encyclopedia, any human Xerox machine. "Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind." Taste the crazy dumbsaint, and taste it well, because it will be that last glimpse of humanness that you likely will experience. Hold on to this tenuous moment, and, in a fit of ecstacy, leave it with a bang, an intellectual ejaculation.
It is not my desire to persuade you in any fashion, only to provide you with a titilating and vicarious form of recreation of the brain, the same way that a strip club feeds your innermost sexual desires. In a world devoid of expression, I will express myself, and in a world devoid of any free thought, you will think freely, all because I say it.
"How unoriginal," you think. Go play tag on the I-10! In a world where fifty-thousand new blogs are started a day, go soak your spirit up with some other bloke's words! They provide the 7-Up, but I will provide the Everclear! Take no prisoners, friend. In whatever you do, kick ass and take names. There is nothing especially spectacular about being seen with the higher-ups, so clink your galsses and enjoy yourself, because they will either forget you or make fun of you behind your back anyways. Break out of your shell; you only get older.