So you've waited and waited and somehow been directed, or possibly stumbled, to the needed links for your journey to my newly published paper of sorts...Hang On. Congratulations, click the cover to the left and enjoy.
This world is perfect evil and perfect beauty. It's the single most horrible dungeon and most magnificent palace and that's fucked up. Each day I stand staring at the cafeteria line, or at the crowds bustling to and from class, and I wonder what they're thinking. Are they happy? Are they in love? Are they horny? Are they worried? Are they scared? Are they suicidal? Do they want to get drunk and have a good time? Do they want to get drunk and forget?
Possibly you missed a few Rants that didn't make it to the main page. If so, I suggest take a quick look see over yonder towards those links...
Oooh, you're too good for prose, is that it? And now you're looking for horrible attempts at poetry? Well, well, well, I might just have the remedy to cure ya.