Nothing I write is coincidental.
Of course. With ceaseless ejaculating erections looping through your head, you likely missed my sarcastic jab. But hey, props for the geriatric drive; most octos adieued testosterone long before "Get off my lawn!"
While your painfully unreadable drivel is obviously dismissed by most, long as it helps mitigate the obsessive minddicks, you just keep doing you. Still plugging away, anyway. Hell, most failed GED-level "writers" ultimately acknowledge their hopeless hackery in junior college - your epiphany sidetracked, unfortunately, by a class-canceling (yet promising) custodial gig. Tough break, condolences.
Not sure I properly 'Go fuck yourself'd yet, so please consider doing so.