Logophobia

What kind of dastardly hero would destroy the things she loves? What kind of demented autistic author would mangle your mind in a vain attempt to twist it conceptually? Can I truly categorize myself as sane while I allow such insanities to continue? I am a fraud, intellectually and realistically. I sit on my copiously overweight pompous rear while I spin tales of dread and disaster, all while intentionally misconstruing your perspective on the universe. Everyone has an agenda and mine is.



There see? I have done it again.


Sincerely,
- Myself

P.S. Beauty comes through repetition, imitation, and the employment of derivativeness.