I'm an open book. Granted, there's no pages in it. But, I'm an open book.
User ID: 42,298 Registered: 21st Jun 2012
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Good day. I am Nasty Mister Monket, your local British bone-idle bipolar cynical Zen master, fatalist and comedian. I love the unexpectable and the ambivalent.
I will probably merely read the contents of this website rather than contribute. My attempts at writing normally reflect my personality - impossible, insane, inconceivable, inexplicable, incoherent and a complete ripoff.
My favourite flavours of random are flintlocks, Reos, the Four (Five) Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Zen, anything supernatural, eyepatches, self-aware computers, loud suits, disabilities and genetic disorders, sentient inanimate objects, card suits, monochrome and windchimes. If I ever write a story, expect it to contain at least one of those.
No matter how hard you try to conceal it, the world is a deplorable cesspool and we are all destined to a life of pain and misery. And you know what? That's funny. You couldn't make this shit up.
Life is a joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.
Have you ever stared at words so long they turn to blood?