Wisdom....
"The Matrix has you."
"You're gonna need a bigger boat."
"I love the smell of commerce in the morning!"
"You hate people....
- But I love gatherings, isn't it ironic?"
"Many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view."
"What's a nubian?"
"We both reached for the gun."
"I find your lack of faith disturbing."
"I said 'poker is an honest trade.'"
Now, with that out of the way....
An open letter to visitors
To Whom it May Concern,
This is not where you want to be. Seriously. I am downloading my jumbled neurons onto the internet and they went ker-splat here, much to my dismay. Like a piece of spaghetti alfredo dropped on the kitchen floor, this off-ramp on the information superhighway is nothing if not messy and disjointed.
The fact that you are still reading this is disturbing.
With little control over the 9oo pound gorilla that is now loose in cyberspace, I am reduced to a spectator, much like you. However, we all like a good car wreck, now don't we? That being the case, enjoy the following pages. If things get too graphic, or if you begin to feel like your gray matter is taking the shape of a Rold Gold creation -- don't blame me. You've been warned.
Sincerely,
Richard Dorsha
(Moderator of the Madness)