Let me share with you this.

It took some time to write the last entry about two young romans who wrote letters and were going out to a picnic. Boy, that slave who opened the door to the mailman sure was being suppressed, but it was the reality on how they lived there. It's not my fault.

I also made sure not to step anyone on the toes by describing other horrific acts that took place that day. I shall not mention, of course, the bamboo sticks and them being used to beat the living life out of one helpless seagull-masked Bajsian. Or the witch doctor who smoked sea-serpent faeces and drove his car afterwards.

But some words in my blogs get changed (i.e. 'our father who is in heaven' - 'our father in the fiery lake') and now I get mails about tree huggers and reposting other persons' media... I guess it's not too hard to get into other people's accounts here... not that I care much.. or that anyone liked my attempts at being boring anyway... the guilty will probably remove this or change some words here too, so this is just pointless