Such vitriol. Such rage.Not here, mind you. But I'm sure somewhere on the Magic Box.
No, here is a different pain. You will be forced to endure entry after entry of ridiculese until you are hypnotized by its sweet aroma and made my love slaves. You will have one obsession...and that's Me. You. Will. Be. Mine. Until, you sit, enraptured, impatiently waiting for more. Always more. As frantic as a crack whore, you'll always find your way back here.
Or. Maybe you'll just read once in a while and lift me out of the depths of my mania with little witty signings and make something better of this oh-so-sad pathetic life of mine. I mean, have some Pity for crissake!
Either way. El gusto es mio.
