Well no one will ever read this, but I will say that I exist. I write, but nothing really exciting, usually depressing. If its not sad then its probably either funny, cheesy, or poorly written.
I always have Ideas for plot lines, but they never fit well into literature, so I have tons of concepts in my mind of Time Travel, money, sex, dragons, even a blend of expensive time traveling dragons having sex! I mean the possibilities are endless in my melon of a thinker-box. So I guess, metaphorically this little page that only I know exists, is basically a gateway to my train of thought. A subtle mix of simplicity and complexity, strewn throughout a glorious blot of ridiculous.