Did you see my real name? Good. So I shouldn't have to tell you that I am the writer, Aries. But there you've gone and made me tell you anyway. Because you're a terrible fucking person, is why.
I write. Poetry, prose, and essays. All of it is brilliant and dark and edgy and much cooler than any piece of shit hack you're reading right now. Oh, you're a Hunter S. Thompson fan? Fuck you, Mr. Cool Guy. Seriously.
I hate internet people. Yet I love internet gatherings. Go figure.
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