So I think I am finally learning how to write. It’s about time. I mean, you can’t be EIC of a magazine without knowing how to write, right?
It’s been a while.
So here I am filled with way too many adjectives to describe my emotions that I feel as if they are about to ooze out of my pores at any moment and saturate this couch with which I sit upon, as if I was going to inadvertently mark my territory. One can only hope that my skin is thick enough to keep from bursting open. But sometimes i find myself leaking; joy, anger, jealousy, lust, complacency, satisfaction, depravity…
“speshure discrount if you rike Turd Eye Brind!!! Or attend burjinyah tek!!!” (Taken with instagram)
