except not really, you see, because that was a completely different website. in fact, i am a completely different person now than i was back then so…
what the fuck am i doing here? why am i doing this? it’s not as if i have anything tangible to share with the world. and the internet is a cesspit these days. enshittification and whatnot.
i guess this is just a blog then, huh? just me barftyping words, like a journal, like a sort of live journal kind of thing. nobody wants this. nobody needs this. i probably should have gone with my ‘artistic’ effort and created a website called
radio WSMT: hear dem teefers chatter! dey bitecha! dey chompya!
actually, yeah. that’s where we’re at. that’s where we are.
fangs are a kind of teeth. they don't chomp you, they pierce you. they pierce one. they pierce a person. probably. why would fangs want to pierce anything else? a clementine? bah!
molars. molars are another kind of teeth. but we’ll get to that eventually.