Killing Victims Found
Dear Readers,
Over the past few months I brought you various writings meant to entertain, express, and, sometimes, irritate. Most of you seem to prefer the poetry over the prose. However obscure they might be, my poetic works still convey raw emotions or images to you. I say all this because there will be a small format change in what I post here. The poetry will remain the same, it is what it is. I will write the prose in a clearer style so all of you can better understand the things I’m trying to say. This does not mean I’ll stop using symbols or references to materials you might not be familiar with, but I will make it easier to understand who I am talking about and clarify my overall themes.
Bullshit! I’m just fucking with you. I have many writing styles and they all get used here from time to time. I am going to try to be more open and honest though. If I think it, I’m not going to censor it. I’ve censored my comments and such way too often. Please don’t get offended by the things I say, especially if you’re not sure if I’m joking or not. If you are offended, that’s you’re problem. Was I joking in the previous sentence? Try to figure it out.
Ok, I was fucking with you there too. I just like to write for the sake of writing sometimes. That’s most of what I do here unless I’m expressing a certain mood or sharing poetry. I mix and serious comments and jokes all the time so take from it what you will.
Alright, how about something that makes sense?
For those of you who don’t know, I’ve got a new puppy. Her name is Betsy and she’s a miniature Daschound. She’s very cute and little. If anyone cares, I have a new guitar too. It’s an ESP flame baritone with cool hotrod flames and tribal inlays. It sounds as heavy as a really heavy thing. I guess that’s all I have to ramble about today.
In Hell And Loving Every Minute,
Wyll