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Welcome to where good ideas die and their corpses fester into something much more horrific: another inane shithead mouthing off on the Internet to an audience of broken condoms. Feast your eyes and eat your ass upon this symphony of cocksplosions, a threnody to the victims of spergasmic thresholds, crossed like Stephen Hawking's bloated corpse wheelchair stuntin' against the flow of the river Στύξ. Real G's move in silence like Garfield being gastrofucked by Albert Fish 2.0, suped-up for the age of technotronic sex-CAFOs hooked up to the tits of the allegedly unwilling artist-prostitutes produced by academic slaughterhouses worth 4 billion pussy-shillings. What's playing me successfully reached Level 2, and you know what? It had a shitty grass texture. Don't even bother using Action Replay to get there, just use YouTube if you need to.
Once populated, this site will contain litanies of brain sludge, molded into a shape commonly referred to as "blog posts" by both humans and the near-Godlike algorithms that scrape every last inch of our ashen existence. Scrape this, fuckers.
Posts about what? I dunno, that's not my job to figure out.
Under construction, hang tight...