Forking Discorida
I have been staring into the abyss lately, and you know what they say: when you stare into the abyss, the abyss gets a little defensive and stares back, and then it's awkward so you both look away at the same time, but then you try to sneak a peak while it's not looking just as it does the same thing and then you both start giggling and you become friends for life, ride or die gal pals till oblivion! You know all this of course.
But anyway I'm going somewhere with this. I promise.
On this blog I will live toot the revelation! I will lie to you. I will reveal the mysteries and obscure the obvious. By the end of it I won't trust anything I think I know. And you won't trust me. But you may follow where I pretend to lead. I drink the tears of Cassandra. I juggle the balls (eyes and otherwise) of Tiresias. Let she who has ears to hear, plug them up and read my lips. ... Something is coming. Hold your phones.
