American Weirdo

American Weirdos talk funny.

Oh, I look normal enough, I suppose... well, unless my beard is unshorn and unkempt, my hair is too long and crazy... then I look more like a weirdo. That's not what makes me a weirdo, though. It's my stream of consciousness, if you will

Cigars?

I think about the Marovingian dynasty. A pack of thieves and murderers, essentially, who were mythologised to be other than sinister. In fact, the situation has changed little, comparing my weltanschauung as an American weirdo.

When I was a child, banshees would come by most mornings to lick my grave.