Welcome To Publishing Purgatory

Hello, how do you do? I am fine right now, still alive. Alive in the sense that I can get out of bed and feed the guinea pig, not in the rejuvenated sense. You would have to try to kill me to knock some motivation into me and even then, who are we kidding? Lightning could strike me, I could be revived, and be home by five to not get the prize on The Price Is Right. Don’t get the wrong impression, i’m not a monster in the making. Just a bit skeptical is all. A fella could extend an olive branch to you, same one he wiped his ass with and the pressure is on you to accept it. I’ll accept a written apology instead you dirty bastard! You’re considered playing it smart by not taking risks until someone who takes a risk, pans out. Now you’re just playing it like an old fart, while taking risks is the smart thing to do. The salesman told me to take the smart washer, manual are days in the past. Two years later, same salesman is nowhere in sight after the smart washer went into a coma with my wet work clothes still locked in there.

About Me

I’m Manic Maniac Man and I’m a real person. 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 car crash crisis. I went to college for fine arts for a couple years but I stopped because i’m dumb. I mainly focus on paintings and music. I like to listen music while digging a hole. It settles me down and reminds me that i’m still in a hole. I like cardboard boxes, they look like gingerbread houses but without the roof or frosting. My air conditioner only feels like working when it’s raining outside. I only like video games where you can create the character because i’m a loser in real life.

Purpose Of This Website

I have no clue honestly, some fella tricked me into it. When you been digging holes for work for half a decade, you either wanna die or wanna thrive. I wanna do both, a good five to ten year run then a tombstone with my name on it. You become delusional, you think you ain’t nothing but you look around and start to think you’ve got something. You’re the only man on the site that knows how to read because it ain’t been long enough since you left school. Big fish in a pond, ready to strangle anyone who thinks you ain’t got more to offer. Down in the hole, the loafered people walking right over you like nothing. Yeah, you feel it raising! The feeling of absolutely nothing that comes from being nothing and there is nothing to do about it! You die here to feel something or you take it with you and make something out of nothing! The King Of Nothing has something to say before he’ll ever decay! 

Contact Info

manicmaniacmanmarvin@gmail.com