I gloomily hoped for something that examines human sidings, psychological caste systems, ladders of social standing, the theories of small-handed miserablists unable to wave their sorrow goodbye.
Instead i'm sat in the I'm Better Than You Final Word League Division 17. Masculine figurines on...
I really do like to moan. If you spend life as a negativist administering prophecies that life is as drab as one expects to anyone who has the f***ing will to listen, then moaning becomes the only option. Often to oneself. Also, the real world is pandering disinteresting cracks in human's...