Welcome To Publishing Purgatory

Hello, how do you do? I am fine right now, just ate a cheeseburger. If there was a good reason not to kill yourself, i’d say not being able to have cheeseburgers is one of them. One could only imagine what kind of cheeseburgers are being served in hell. One of those burgers that are steamed with the texture of an elbow. Even if the concept of hell doesn’t exist for you, the burgers deep down in the dirt ain’t any better. I heard they serve black bean burgers that taste like dirt, it tastes the same everywhere I suppose. I heard in heaven you can have any burger you want, possibly a burger buffet. Only one, once a week because any more would be greedy. Being greedy is not good, it’s annoying to the other people. I ate two cheeseburgers but it’s okay because nobody was around to see me do that. 

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 fentanyl 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 blues music while digging a hole. It settles me down and reminds me that i’m still in a hole. 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. Those days I didn’t have to pay taxes for some reason, now the Taxman has me seething. 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