The Foreword

When pieced together correctly, words transform into a mythical creature, penetrating souls like a fisherman's harpoon. When pieced incorrectly, you get this first sentence.

Often times, people, myself included, nonsensically manipulate words into a meaningless mess, creating mumbo-jumbo chicken scratch akin to a college student's doodle masterpiece. Delusional, self-proclaimed "wordsmiths" indulge in the creation of metaphors, believing that nirvana can be attained at the slightest glance of the words on the page. Similes, overused to the point of pointlessness, have become mindless wordcount fillers, failed attempts at comparative comic relief like fat people falling and squirrels riding jetskis. Writing, today, would have Aristotle turn over in his grave.

However, writing, the masterbatory exercise that it is, reconciles the mind and body, giving a single thought its own unique form and identity. Reading is what makes this solitary self-pleasuring into a make out session atop Lover's Lane. Writing and reading...soulmates wholly dependant on each other to make beautiful music.

Like Socrates, I hope to make this site an open forum where dissenting opinions can meet and make love, planting new seeds in the bosom of human discussion. Whether it be about a person, place, or thing, let this forum become an outlet for the unheard voices, the delusional wordsmiths, the aspiring writers and artists alike. There is no perfect author. There is no perfect piece of literature. You will come to notice that my style is uncommon, never proper.

Enjoy...