Okay, a little cheesy. Bordeline sacreligious. But I'm in a bit of a hurry, so what do you want?
Anonimity allures and disgusts. I'm temporarily relieved of the bulk of the burden of a personal "I", but experience a few pangs of chickenshittedness.
But then I have no grandiose plans of tossing turds about. Or "turds from my point of view", that is. You know.
Stay tuned!



