what?

I used to write things, a long, long time ago. Here I am again, naked as it were, trying to recall some of it and write more of it, to varying degrees of success. At times I will lose against cheap embellishments of purely masturbatory nature that I will confuse with good writing style. Guilty, your Honour; such is my nature.

But it brings me joy, for these are all my words, not the flat, feeble, regurgitated copies people gulp and surround themselves with today in such awe.

See? Told you.