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Ugly, it is ugly. People all around are cast down in misery, dejection, pain, fear, loneliness and suffering. It’s an evil and contagious plague, a pandemic afflicting the drudging masses. I don’t know what I’m doing here. ‘Get out of it! Run away. Do anything,’ he said. And in that one moment he incited a revolution in me. His words scorched a passionate message of freedom into my soul. ‘OK!’ I shout. ‘I’m doing it! I’m getting off this fucking steel coffin now!’ Overwhelmed by my newfound z...

Once, not too long ago, on a cold and frosty morning, a large, elderly moose known as Deniigi to his friends was making his slow, meandering way along a well-trodden pathway through the endless, rolling snowdrifts. As he walked, Deniigi pondered the nature of his world. “I am an old moose,” he mused, “and in all my years I have not received the respect that surely is my due. For do I not grow a fine pair of antlers every year as grand and sturdy as anyone could wish for? And have I not sired...

Escaping reality by creating my own.

I'll never use words like 'granularity'.

Once, not too long ago, on a cold and frosty morning, a large, elderly moose known as Deniigi to his friends was making his slow, meandering way along a well-trodden pathway through the endless, rolling snowdrifts. As he walked, Deniigi pondered the nature of his world. I am an old moose, he mused, and in all my years I have not received the respect that surely is my due. For do I not grow a fine pair of antlers every year as grand and sturdy as anyone could wish for? And have I not sired man...