Welcome To Publishing Purgatory
Hello, how do you do and I Hope all is well. I wanna welcome you to extravaganza and something incredible that’s about to take place, potentially one day world renowned! No need to worry, just a man fulfilling a dream. Well it’s more like a bucket list cross off, I haven’t had a dream in decades. I don’t have nightmares either, just this looming angst while I visualize what would tomorrow will look like. Can’t remember if this was supposed to be satire, one of those “one foot in, one foot out” scenarios that I got dragged into. A houdini won’t reveal his magic but he’ll give you a show. Precious time will be taken as a result of this emphasis on nothingness. They say time is money, I got neither and they still had the nerve to cut the internet off this place. I don’t have a catchy slogan at the moment but i’ve got a handful to work on. “Next time someone calls you a dumbass, share this website to them and i’ll show them whose the real dumbass!”
About Manic Maniac Man
I’m Manic Maniac Man and I’m a real person with a website. I’m from where the south is not the south, the turnpike is named after Ronald Reagan, the alligators are viewed through rose tinted glasses, and Football is more of a priority than the fentanyl crisis. Almost all the sport teams in my area sucks, I feel like if they were winning more then i’d be more invested and get less work will get done around here. I went to college for fine arts for a couple years, I ended up dropping out because the university tour was canned and I needed money. Funding was not made possible by viewers like you in this case, I have to go get it out the mud for the time being. I mainly focus on paintings and ink drawings, I made a couple of left handed gloves with my hands the other day as well. I might publish a book one day, making actual coasters that you can’t read ain’t fun. I like music, it’s my white bread to a crackhead. I like soda, used to take down those 24 packs of wild cherry Pepsis alone on Friday nights with cartoons on the Television during the glory days. For me, the glory days were somewhere between the death of Kurt Cobain and the last time Taco Bell used the Chihuahua in their commercial. Those days I didn’t have the Taxman watching through the window like men in black. I work 6 days a week from 6 to 6, just shows what kind of luck I have. I step in dog shit almost everyday, it’s from tenant’s backyards and not my dog’s. I rarely leave the house, only for food or work. You need food, water and shelter to survive but you still have to go to work to pay for those. Unless if this website takes off, then I don’t need to leave the house anymore. I only like video games where you can create the character, I’ll never world champion of anything in the real world so why not at pay to play. I like comedy, makes things less serious and helps balance out the other scary stuff I watch. I haven’t watched the news ever since Chris Benoit died, it was enough to turn a boy to a man.
Purpose Of This Website
I have no idea why I have a website, I’m gonna find the person who recommended it and make sure they don’t do it again. It actually costs a lot of money to keep it running, I could be supporting a family with that money. Well since it’s up and running, might as well do something. The computer screen is the modern day television screen, it’s as close to getting on the television that a simpleton can get. There’s another way to get on the television but i’m not ready to die. There’s more to life than just studying the people on the television but c’mon, let me live a little. It’s time for this common man to shine, shine with success and not from the greasy cheap food that has been rationed. I think this would be a good place for me to work on some monologues but I won’t promise to not be mentally melting throughout the process. It’s not everyday that you will need to hear a monologue from a Manic Maniac Man but one day you will. Can’t say when that will be but I’ll be ready. Walk in on me plowing somebodies’ wife like a Seinfeld episode, that monologue will be hot and ready from behind the dresser. I walk in late to your funeral, that monologue will be war ready. Out of respect, that monologue will be memorized and not read off a napkin. I’m not trying to be another man without no legacy, it’s something that doesn’t sit right with me. I’m not just some ole loathing lonesome man, i’m a loathing lonesome man that gives solid monologues! I feel like when it’s all said and done, they’re gonna throw your body in the lake based on if you gave good monologues or not. You know the saying, “If they ain’t pissing on your grave then you ain’t doing it right”. The darn common man has to etch his tombstone and dig his hole once again, might as well write his will on this website while I’m at it. Then again, this website is only going to be up as long as I pay for it each year.