What better feeling is there than delving into the mind of another through their writing? Have they expressed their true thoughts within the words? Has it been left up to the reader’s interpretation? Oftentimes, it’s both. This is my little writing nook and I welcome you. Let’s dispense with the pretentious air that seethes from the literary professionals – because sometimes it’s quite alright to read words that make us think and sometimes feel uncomfortable and cause us to reflect on ourselves. Or maybe a piece of literature can be written just for the hell of it without assuming any deeper meaning. Get happy; get angry; get frightened or turned on. Become incensed. Slam your fists down and be exasperated that your guide has betrayed you by killing a character that became part of your being – sometimes it is ephemeral; sometimes it is forever. So keep in mind, whatever you read here is merely the dump sight of my brain flow. You’ve been warned. Also, this is the worst paragraph structure on the history of the world and cosmos.

Cheers, fellow fanatics.