as with all good things this started out with a bad idea:
sultry voice: you should start a blog.
me: “who said that?“
voice: it’s me, Jessica Alba. who else?
me: “yes you’re right Jessica, I need to start a blog. after all I’m an idea guy heh heh *sleazy laughter ensues*“
Jessica Alba: you’re too cute.
me: “okay you can stop now” my cousin Grace has a Jessica Alba voice impersonator app. she tells me to start writing. for who? the crazies, haters, wankers, biters, trolls, famewhores of the web? that sounds fun!“
anyways that’s how this came about. just a little niche homepage on the web. you know: stuff I’m into, stuff I hate, things I thought, words I’d said, misadventures, secret missions, etc. my gift to humanity. after all I’m the prince of all beautiful souls.
spike’s originally a chillaxed city cat from Chiraq, who went into the witness protection program to live in the middle of North Carolina somewhere. the reason being he witnessed how sexy he looked in the mirror one day and thought it was a crime of the century. and if not it ought to be. and if you deny that then that’s an asian hate crime right there lolz. but who is this gorgeous, shy, humble, classy, charming, cocky and crazy cat? for starters I know what you’re thinking and no, I’m not an international male model thanks for thinking that. I’m actually a secret agent. I was ousted from the intelligence community for actually having some. I’m a cyberpunk and ninja, bit of a retro geek and a renaissance bad boy. sorry not very talented in political correctness, anti-social media saavy geek speak nor do I care to be. what I am is an individualist, a person possessing original thoughts/ideas/words not contrived or derived from others. all I see these days are fakers faking it. fake can’t be just as real. corrupt people keep infecting one another with group/right think, conformity, hive mentality and whatever other systems of oppression. ones which gaslight the individual who is independent of their borg collective.