He's a rouge of the written word, a bastard of monologue. His grammar is horrible, his spelling worse, and for him to carry even one thought to full fruition brings him to near madness. Dare we call him a genius? Certainly not! An alcoholic? It's closer to the mark. And while we may never understand his written babble, we may still at least understand his basic need to communicate to the world through a series of words that have been haphazardly strung together to produce the written equivelant of grunts and groans.
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