Stellarwolf’s Circus of Light

I will be straightforward and let you know that anything snd everything I’m about to say is designed to make you annoyed, not to attack you as a person or a writer. This is all part of the act; you are a respectable author and I am not this annoying as a real person. Travel on with care.

Have you ever seen tigers in real life? Great, giant cats with claws and fur and bite? Well, one thing that isn’t known much to them is how often people write about tigers. I mean, you’ve got Calvin and Hobbes, Go Diego Go, and even works like “Stellarwolf’s Haiku.” What a bungalowed cliché, one that works no doubt but it used by every spectacular wolf.

Have you ever listened to Outkast? Well Andre Benjamin from the band Outkast once said in a song that “Roses really smell like poo-poo” and I feel that it’s something people should understand and test for themselves. Go and smell a rose, and breathe in the fumes of a fart encased in time, preserved by rotting nature and maintained by the tigers starving nearby.

Now we arrive on a very unsettling post. I did not give you permission to write about me, but of course you wrote about me anyway because you find me a freak, is that it? Stellarwolf’s post “Never Trust A Vampire” includes the very hateful and disingenuous line “…tried to focus my gaze anywhere but on that bloodthirsty, hideous face of yours.” Obviously a jab on the nature of the underbite of my teeth, and how you even acquired this information I do not know. But what I do know is that the piece viewed me as the villain, when through its run, it was you who was spying on me and turning me into a bloodthirsty creature. I’m appalled, ridiculed, and outright horrified.

I hope this answers your question. Message me if you must, but also remember to not get too close. Roses smell like poo-poo, remember?