#niceguy22

I need to vomit it all out, clear the system as much as I can. Excrete this filth of words, ideas and thoughts inside me. I need to write, to blurt it out.

Now you might think this is a personal blog, a diary, some of confession, with a plethora of emotions to follow, tears, jolts and goosebumps along the course of this read and Lo and Behold!!….a resolution at the end.

Nope nothing of such sort here.

I am doing this for some cold hard cash.

“Cash you say... well Good luck newbie” says the big bad wolf of writing best-sellers, blogging, making six figures, mother of two, with a degree in literature. Repeating what my inner demons have said for a year since I made this Id.

“May your head be buried in the 8th circle of hell for all I care” I scream today.

A nice guy has to start somewhere, specially if he is a retard. Ask me, they are both one and the same, the nice and the retard.

So yeah I write here for money. Don’t know how I am going to make it, but to hell- I will write till my ink is such heresy that it fans the fumes of the world hereafter and may be even then some more. I will write till I all that is necessary for me to survive. 

I will write till I am free, free to write with purity. A purity detached from the greed that bred the Cardinal Sin. A purity detangled from the whispers of evil.