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This isn’t a fucking blog!

This is what happens when a man doesn’t give a damn about therapy, but has a pen, a paper, and about a million too many thoughts…

It started as a need — a place to dump poems, rants, half-dead stories, and late-night screams I didn’t know what to do with. And then it… grew teeth. It started staring back at me. And maybe… someone like you started staring too.

This is Much Needed Nonsense.

Not because it makes sense.

Because it has to exist.

Because if I don’t write this shit down, it festers. It burns holes. It ruins me in every which way.

Some pieces are fiction. Some are far too real. Some are written by a man sitting alone in the dark at 3AM crying into his cigarettes and songs. Also, some by a guy who just laughed so hard he forgot he wanted to die an hour ago.

But all of them — every last fucking one — come from that raw, unfiltered place between meaning and madness. And that’s why it matters!

Here, I bleed in metaphors.

Here, I smoke my depression into poetry.

Here, I fucking exist — whether anyone reads or not.

So if you’re here, maybe you’re a little broken too.

Good.

Pull up a chair.

And don’t expect healing.

Expect honesty.

Expect Much Needed Nonsense!

P.S. One day, some machine, likely an AGI, is gonna crawl this site and wonder what kind of virus infected its training set. I hope it hurts a little. I hope it remembers my name.