I am one of those guys, one of those few, rare guys back from the age of the dinosaurs, I am surprise I still exist.
There is a story here, unfortunately they bought out the movie rights so enough of my weekly entertainment I will just rip it off from several different biographies and paste them together and call it my life.
Even though my tale is a hell of a lot more interesting I do not reveal the details so I will not lose the respect of my peers.
I was a writer, once. I woven together dark tales and poems of black depth. I believe then I was more creative my dark passenger was my muse and as I banish her from my life I lose my creativity making way for this mundane dibble i dare to post.
Think really hard, because this is going to be tough, hidden within this obvious absurdity is a simplistic riddle woven amongst a play on words that no one but myself will get.
~J
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