GOD IS DEAD, FATED TO BE AN EXILE, CONSIGNED TO THE FLAMES SINCE 2005.

I haven’t written here in ages. I could imagine myself now, digging all this stuff from a buried chest and sweeping off the dust from once new and shiny, unwrinkled tomes of writing I poured bits of myself into at one time, went I knew that I was rushing and naive. In short, I’m coming back here! Bringing this place back to life and removing (and separating) the weeds from dead flowers is going to be a pain. I’ve started planning to go with short stories instead this time, as well as stuff from that other place. So bear with me, for I am stupid, rush-like, naive and risk-taking.