I’ve been thinking about writing something about the power of words.
Instead of doing so I wrote this thing which is something.
I feel like I was rambling here. Oh well.
I hope you enjoy.
A space in the downpour allows pause for thought
The thought starts small and gradually expands
In its expansion it encompasses little
And yet it encompasses so much space and time
The downpour returns with a roar
A roar that is violently deafening
It violently pushes the thought back
Until the thought is no longer
About Stupidity Hole
I'm some guy that does stuff.
Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship.
I do more than I probably should.
I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out.
I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things.
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