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[ WARNING: You really don't want to know me. No seriously, I have no idea what your interest in me could be. If my nihilism and strident weirdness doesn't force you to recoil like the pitiable mess of organs that you so obviously are, then my owner and perverse protector of my personage, Miss wundermonkey, will surely turn your otherwise 'normal' body into a mess of twitching organs and fur... You have been warned... ]

Chances are that you are reading this by chance of some freakish accident. The same sort of accident that can impair your vision from staring at randomly projected power tools on a trajectory to meet your face flung by some shrouded sadist that delights in the misery they impart upon their hapless prey. Whose fate is worse? I'll leave you to ponder that philosophical paradox whilst I curtly explain how you simply don't want to know me. I probably don't want to know you.

Littered in the obfuscations that are strewn about this journal like so many discarded bones, are misanthropic nuggets of purest bile. I don't meddle in making much sense, my mind is a labyrinth of obscene and perverse imagery that rapes and corrupts the thinkmeats of any relatively sane drooling hairy meatbag that may dare lift the veil of my disturbed excretions in language. I'm reclusive and not the sort of person you'd want to acquaint yourself with if you had any real sense. Of course we both know humans are beyond making much sense let alone having any, take three deep breathes and return to your stupor, this never happened...

I am mostly at work painting offensive sounds of strident noise and abhorrent discord to a post-apocalyptic post-human backdrop. In between distorting the barrier between reality and nightmare, I'll most likely be engorged in something equally banal, probably reading politics and/or history, or just looking into how many years I need to wait to replace my arms with cybernetic augmentations. All bow before my mighty metal fists...

'Where we're going... We won't need eyes to see...'

I am collecting the locations of all my LJ friends' locations... Be sure to add yourself. If you are not on this map you may not be protected from the Rapture when the child of doom arrives into this reality - Please add your location starting with this form. Username: [You are then to coerce your friends into doing this too, possibly with the threat of violence...]

My life has been rated: See what your rating is!

"Okay, this is going to hurt quite a bit, but, I suppose, that's the entire point..."



There's nothing terribly wrong with feeling lost, so long as that feeling precedes some plan on your part to actually do something about it. Too often a person grows complacent with their disillusionment perpetually wearing their "discomfort" like a favourite shirt. I can't say I'm very pleased with where my life is just now... But I can't help but look forward to where it is going...

[ WARNING: This journal's creator and humble narrator, and all the weird disturbing thoughts encased within his skull, are the sole property of wundermonkey. Any attempt at theft will be dealt with in a gruesome, disturbing, and thoroughly unpleasant manner. Cute girls will be killed on sight. The owner maintains the right to maim, kill, and/or destroy anyone who leaves a comment at a time of her choosing... You have been warned... ]

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