neptunian

So what could I tell you about my writing? Could I tell you that it is out of control?

To fill you in, I won't write mundane journal entries. I'm sorry. Life is just way too explicit for me to kowtow to anyone's specific reading level. I will have my views handed to you in a raw primitive form. It is I who will keep the lengthy sentences that will create "reader panic". A reader is a moron in my opinion there to stare fixated on the text. They are a repressed, unknowing dunce. It is through my pinnacle of abstract metaphors that will send the reader through the keyhole.

I will not be shackled like the rest of the other writers in the world. Writing for monetary value, or for fame. Repugnant goals. There's too much to be shackled to in life, and the comfort zone of reading will not have me bound to it. I will be sharp, objectionable, and often times condescending. I will not cater to your culture, belief, race, ego, ethic or personal rationale. I will be up front and anti-human. Misanthropic. Do not mistake me for a dull wit bigot, for it takes an artist to cut through those above mentionables to see the human flesh underneath.

For the faint at heart, this is your warning. Close your eyes. Lock your doors. Don't sleep or eat. A monster prowls at night, and it's armed with vehement spite.