The Mainifesto

I am a collector of texts. This is who I am and what I do to pass the long afternoons of my life, for my own amusement and for the sake of any who stuble across my collection. I cannot comment on the quality of these works, except to say that they amuse me. Some are mediocre, and written with little thought for conclusion. Some are well written, and would do well in the published world. Some stories never happened, and yet still others are true. These distinctions I leave to the mind of the reader. They are my collection, and they all hold equal place in the annals I record, unjudged by the fickle foibles of taste and talent which are so prevalant in this world. Perhaps you will enjoy these stories, perhaps you will not. It is not for me to know, and I will not judge you if you see no merit in them after reading them in full. Who am I to judge? I am only The Collecter.

Monday, February 14, 2011

A Matter of Timing

If you have stumbled across this page, and perhaps believe it dead before its time, I can only suggest that patience is a virtue you must embrace. I have work I am concerned with, and it preoccupies me far more than this page at the present. 

Have patience, stubling child. Learn to wait before you cry out for more, and you may recieve that which you ask for.
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