Real life is a curious creature, its like a jail cell that can be as large or as small as both its outside and what is inside your head will allow.
I am a son of Malkav, so few will even get the cosmic joke and being that, i am existing and yet not as per the words written, i can only hope this rendition of me will suit the performance i seek to enthrall you in. I swear each time i write these "as many version of the malkie wearing mittens can portend to" i wish i kept the last, some were well written, a verse florid with a touch of wit, even if only to me.
And so a simple sydney creature, who yes has been here before, and yes its his only account, and no i'm not harassing you, YOU'RE NOT THAT f**kING IMPORTANT. But i digress, i want to see what is happening in this beautiful microcosm of the internet. Wondering who stayed who left and if like time, people forget. "tempus fugit memento mori" for i am just that.
If by SOME awful chance you read any of that, and wanted to chat... well inbox is a thing.. but i can't see that being a thing