Beginnings

Greetings and welcome to this journal. Here we are but one-of-many, a link of the legionnaire, a portion in the pot of the perpetual prattling, prizing picturesque prim-rose paths pointing in the poorly painted provocations of our precipitous presumptions to a prize, the pontification of our peers upon our prose.

It is here that you will find a most interesting facet of the fluctuating faculties of this frazzled fool, namely the despondent drivel dumping dourly and drearily from the dismal denizens of my devils.

What devils are these? Nothing, dear reader, more than fictitious freaks, propounded profligates, and mythical malefactors. Even these are in limitation. This journal is simply an expose, an excursus, an expounding of my mind those things of which I have encountered in the fictitious realms and sought to make use of a copia of language to enliven. Verily the void venture of vexing my voyage is voluptuously villainesque as the virulent villains that I intend here to vivify! It is my wracking desire to write, and write I shall. Though theological thoughts theme my thinking thoroughly, this theater thrives by theories of therapeutic theses: fiction.

It will be optative objective to obtain an opsis of un-ostentatious operations in opening such operatic orations as fall under the category of virtual entertainment. As such I endeavor to take artistic liberty where I desire, though it behooves me to give full credit to the proprietors of the elements that I make use of in this journal.

Disclaimer: None may fully enjoy these but that can swallow words that may turn the stomach or repulse the senses. I intend not to be graphic in my depictions of violence, nor do I intend for the reader to be tempted into such a position. In the same way, I intend neither to be pornographic, but merely sensual if such needs arise in the prose. We intend here only to use the craftiness of the English language to convey such images that are often left unexplained or explained only minutely. This, I hope, the reader will glean from the writings. Not every piece of information conveyed within these following posts will jive in fullness with their counterparts, but such is the price of artistic liberty.

Fare thee well, reader. The ramblings of a grim and fictitious soul follow in our wake.

~R