Introduction

Right. Hello everyone. This is me.

I made this thing because I need someplace, a channel, to spew my rancid brain diarrhea. Occasionally I get the need to do that, as my friends live 20+km away, and I'm surrounded by fields and forests(which are for a good part of a year frozen.) I'm also told that I'm a good writer. I'm not all that sure about that myself, but if it indeed is so, I may as well write something to entertain the occasional reader(when one gets here once in a thousand years.) I think my English needs a bit practice as well, as I'm not in any school at this very moment.

I choose to be anonymous(though not very strict about it,) which some of you may find a recreant thing to do if I happen to write something distasteful and offensive. So let me tell you why. I used to have a similar thing in which I wrote ghastly, disgusting and very over the top blurbs of text of my opinions, which I often aggravated ridiculously to maximise their provocativeness, in my native language(which is an ugly one indeed.) The site had my name, and plenty of my pictures.

Then my mother spotted it. It was awfully embarrassing, it felt like she had just caught me choking the bishop. Burping the worm. Peeling the banana. Punching the clown. Chasing the weasel. Walking the dog. Walking the dog? What the fuck? How does that suggest masturbating? Fucking Anglo-Saxons.

I though chasing the weasel was silly, but walking the dog? I'm having a hard time imagining what must be going in the mind of a person, who has his cock in his hand for recreational purposes and suddenly realizes "hey, I'm walking the dog! Brilliant!"

Well, then. I sort of lost my train of thoughts. Let's see if I can be arsed to write again.