Having fun by taking silly cartoon ponies way too seriously.
Grammar Marxist? Prose to the proletariat! Seize the means of communication!
Who am I? Who knows, does anyone know who they really are? I am a writer, an artists, and designer, and many things more.
The pony processing organ in my head still has some foreign non-pony contaminants.
I've had recurring nightmares that I was loved for who I am, and missed the opportunity to be a better man.