To whom which is given a cape to wear.

Dear readers of the universe.
 

I am the master of what my call the art of being self aware of myself. I can forsee the future as the past awakens from a dismal  history. My powers are limitless. No one but the mighty Jenner De La Bruce has the heart to stand  eye to eye to me.

That was me five years ago. Way after the divorce. she was never all that good to me. I wished she were a man. A man that could take advantage of my anus, no like no woman would ever have that capabilty to do so.

What is the worst thing about falling into a toliet? You will get wet. I used to love that saying, but nowadays it serves a different meaning. My childern have disowned me and I am a slave to the trade.

For which the wind blows does the universe burn. A cancelled membership to playboy was not best
for business. I am a man of constant sorrow. I call myself a winner, but losing all the time. Catch my breath, as I catch your disease. Girls that like umbrellas, will never vote for student council.


May the women of the sea , be lost into the ocean of the bees.
Call me the master, as i lack the time to bleed.
Come back to me.
Come back to Shawshank Redemption