Do You Smell Popcorn?
Velcome to my Vorld! Or, at least the confines of my boundless mind. Somewhere between the smells, sights, sounds, tastes, and fission reactions of creativity lays a golden gem of written language. I attempt to tip toe quietly past that.
If you have flaming criticism, trolling to perform, or other shananigans (spelling, who cares about shpealing?), please leave them in the comment section BELOW with a joke or new and interesting word (with definition and type of word -- adj, v, noun... -- thanks) attached. I will feed off your literary inefficiencies as a zombie leeches off a brain. In other words, your work will become--
This Journal is to act goofy, read goofy, and otherwise enjoy the public release of my literary constipation.