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Into each one's life,
a little brain must fall. Usually, it's your own, so abuse it wisely. The
content of your skull is your own responsibility; what you choose for filler may well
determine things you hadn't even considered yet. Your child is not going to cure
cancer any more than my dog is Lassie. Cats ... happen.
The answer to any question dealing with my taste, thought processes or motivations is
always "because I'm insane." There is no other answer required. Mock
it if you will -- I find it fundamentally quite useful.
For the foreseeable nonce, this web site is my own, personal distraction. You may
well not like it, or some of the things you see or read on it, should you choose to spend
the time doing so, and about that I can say I am gloriously and totally ...
ambivalent. If, at this point in history you're so egregiously bugged by something
you've seen on somebody's personal web site ... get a life, man, you don't have enough to
do.
Contact me at: Loony Bint |
