CANNONBALL
I can’t escape the fact that I need to write more. It’s the only way to get important but unpopular recurring thoughts evolved past a certain level, I’m sure of that, and frankly fighting with people on Twitter just really doesn’t satiate the bloodlust I developed during my formative years in the wild, loquacious trenches of WWIV. I am just going to ignore the hideous image of you that is conjured when I start writing in second person on the internet and turn this url back into a Roman shower party because useless and ugly is what the internet is all about.
My first couple attempts at writing here are not going to be very good, so I encourage you to refute the shit out of them. I can promise that, at least for a while, it will be quite easy to do that.
