The Angel that presided 'oer my birth said, 'Little creature, form'd of Joy and Mirth, Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth.'

 -William Blake

I am a man of prejudice, culture, and extreme conundrum. Rather glimp in all, chiefly in desire and might. No more than a faltering rebirth of a man I once was, a husk upon the world that bears no worth. An eidolon of forgotten passion, if you would. I am but two days old, no more than a freight bundle of compiled resent.

I jest, you can simply call me Gliph. I am but a simple enthusiast of written literature both expressive and questionable, neither the most integral of stories nor the most heinous of written sin will ever divert my eyes. So as as long as it entertains me, my boredom shall be quelled much similarly to my guilt: like lava afloat a crisp wave. 

There will be no stories here as I have no interest in writing here, but I do hope my presence brings a mild amount of comfort as I will be participating in a couple books of roleplaying. Happy reading, visitor may the Sapphire Star guide your way.