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I don't know who remembers me. I'm ancient. I was kind of fading out when the new generation of MMOTers rose bravely to the helm and seized the bare back of opportunity with their fists, wrestling it into submission. In other words I'm probably the antiquated old coot of MMOT, who will stand on the stoop of a rickety weatherboard house (this blog) in a jacket that smells like flatulent camel, shouting at you young raspacallions to get the hell out of my marigolds while waving a walking stick made from dinosaur bone.
I'm older than dinosaurs. Meteors don't cause mass extinctions. I do.
Alas, I am old and feeble and infirm and feebly infirm amidst you, you mess of teeming youth (or mass, rather), so my activity will probably be restricted to yelling at you young raspacallions to get the hell out of my marigolds from my window, using a megaphone and a set of killer amps. By which I mean I will probably lurk around, occasionally posting snide comments, and giving probably-unwanted critique to the new generation of writers because I have a small penis and crushing the souls of others is one way to gratify myself. Also because I adore writing passionately. I adore it like the girlfriend I don't have.
That said, I'm going to to investigate the appearance of this new and delicious Erotica tag. Christened already, I see. What an energetic and upstanding bunch of youths you all are. I congratulate you on showing me that you are not the typical lazy louts of your age, why, when I was young-
Thank you, vigorous youth of unknown name. I tend to ramble.
TO PORN. TO PORN AND BEYOND.
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