Craptacular
Henry James, closet case and revered writer of the English language. Deceased and laughing in his grave, I imagine, because his long windedness has sustained the centuries.
This blog was started initially with the intent of being pure vitriolic spewings of contempt for all. Lucky for you, I got tired of it. Now, it is devoted to my sci-fi mutterings. I don't know. People change. It may still belie underpinnings of gastropsychic malcontent...
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