I like to generate my imagination so much so that i need a place to store all these generated imaginary stuff somewhere. Can’t let my mind get overheated, can we now? Shh, don’t answer that.* So I thought having a blog would be a good place to start. A place where the products of my mindless imagination come alive. Or not. It really depends on my mood. Or how much money you give me. Yes, my soul imagination has a price. Come tempt me already.

Of course, if you would like to get more information about me, please look up my contact page for more details.

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*Someone once told me I have a mind of a Pentium One, so slow I’d only get the joke the next day or worse, never. Guess where that someone is now? In a bloody decomposing heap dumped at a dark alley, that’s where. **

**Of course, I’m not a bloody cold murderer. I wouldn’t be here typing this in a dark dinky corner of my lonely 4×4 cell with rats and cockroaches for company, would I?***

***Seriously, I am not a murderer and that someone^ is alive and well as far as I could tell from this little cell window.

^She told me not to fuss my pretty little head over things that don’t matter and I smiled after that. At least, she thought I was pretty. Not sure about the little part though.