Lets start with what I do best. BS

[Acquit]

This shall be my first post. I've been hearing tales of lunicy from this direction for some time now. So, I've decided to see what all the fuss is about. I'll begin with a poem. The origanal bull shit.


Nothing neglects this nacisism. Narrowly mising the center of the soul. The cause of creation. The creation of couse and effect infecting the human conscous with free will and a will to live. Never stopping to concider the same creation could have come from some one elses lost lies lingering in a mind behind selfless intent. Inventing insentive for sorrow. Sorrow for something honest and cold. The wind gives birth to satisfaction and squallor, squandering saratonin like you could grow it at home.


Peace.