"Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.
Will you walk out of the air, my lord?"
I’m going through an acrimonious period I guess. Frankly, I couldn’t care less. If I have to be honest, I don’t feel like writing anymore either. My hankering to write a magnum opus has been deprived excessively. Ah, surely I couldn’t write such a thing anyway, that was quite evident, no'! But then again, let me remain oblivious for the time being. Nowadays, my dislike towards humanity (as in abhorrence for human species) has increased instinctively; obliged to act misanthropic and pompous yet my craving appetite to act belligerent is increasing as I type.
Be aware of the Boreas for I hear the Banshee crying. The rush of adrenalin makes me quiver with excitement and yearn for even more blood!