The Eternal Bog of Eternal Stench. For in it lies the putrid reality of who we are. I am simply a man revealing what his unconscious wishes to expose to the world. Some may think these stories are real; they might be and yet most will say they are fake. To which I reply, they may be. But who can say? Just as the sun rises in the east, so does my mind reveal hidden stories. As nature runs its course and we fret not over the idea that the sun may cease its rise and fall, so do I trust in the unending enlightenment of the stories that come from the deep.