I am leaving this website once again. I feel it should be expected since I had already attempted to once before. But last time I felt I departed in to much haste and for that I am sorry.

This time I plan to leave without such a show of ingratitude to my fellow deviant arterers. This time I leave with a story, a story of such proportion, some may even say it is pure genius(they don't know what they're talking about)and demonstrates the angst and frustration of a new and more brooding and violent generation. A generation that slays puppy dogs with pillow sacks filled with door nobs and builds rooms visibly to small for anyone to live comfortably.

Oh do I feel foolish now. I'm rambling on and on, and you, the patient reader are waiting for a story of pure genius! I must apologize once again, you must sympathize reader for I am in a confused and stoned state. Poisoned by those cursed Advil tablets and my coveted box of Lucky Charms.

The earth outside my window beckons to me, it's lustful green grasses and rich moist soil, like a blanket. My eyes grazing through the thin mesh separating me from a life I so long for. Of trees and life without simple, dull, and constrictive walls. Wouldn't that be grad, a life where people are actually a part of nature, coexisting in a habitat where we simply kill and destroy for our basic needs and not for simple excess. Where a man is as common in the wild as the majestic buffalo, or perhaps a hippopotamus. They are both large animals.

Oh but I am bored. I feel no desire to continue this. So once again, goodbye.




"This great evil. Where does it come from? How'd it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who's doin' this? Who's killin' us? Robbing us of life and light. Mockin' us with the sight of what we might've known. Does our ruin benefit the earth? Does it help the grass to grow, the sun to shine? Is this darkness in you, too? Have you passed to this night?" -Private Witt