Go to Facebook, there's an association of ranters.
Let me educate you on how they 'roll'
The majority of them are either false atheists, irreligious, traditionalists, or something other than your regular concept.
They follow each other
They like, share, and hoot each others horn
They talk CHEAP
They are self proclaimed
They have Dummies for followers
Call it the blind leading the 'blinder'
So they cough up banal things and father likes from hopeless children
Its the same thing on twitter, IG, Everywhere
There's some uneducated demon waiting to poke your shoulder with a fork and lie to you
The system is sickening.
I repeat this here that Nigeria is a terrible place to be.
The world is terrible but with Nigeria its different
Real people in the real world rant and act
Nigerians make a joke of situations and themselves
Nigerians gather followers
Nigerians gather lol's
Nigerians gather tweet and Facebook fights
They gather shame, embarrassment
They gather useless applauds from dumb zombies
They father thoughtless words about things that don't matter
And in all of it,
They DON'T act.
No.
They don't flinch
They don't try to change anything
Nigeria is a country saturated with worded Buffon's
The pen mightier than the sword is a Nigerian myth
The reality is sickening I should puke.
I'm worried about a lot of things, and the future of Nigeria isn't one of them
The future is dead.
Till we can act
The future is unnecessary
The future is a gang of toothless dogs.

So you can't cook, neither can you pray for an hour, and now you detest the guts on the bishop
Your hair is standing
Your blood simmering
You have picked your pitchforks... You are ready for war. Its OK
When you are done tearing the bishop apart please bring some of the anger my way. Assemble your gang of red faced women so we can go to Aso rock and tear the bastard that is Buhari apart.

Let your hair stand for the right reasons.
Some kids won't be in school come September.
Did you hear of the budget padding too? No
Remind me the exchange rate again?
Will your ability or inability to tear your bras over a fatherly advice fix that?
Your brand of feminism has defiled common sense!

Besides why are you so pained? Do you read your bibles from the back? Did Apostle Paul have any regard for you?
Why haven't you pulled him from his grave and torn him to shreds?
Why haven't you torn your bibles and denounced your religion?
Why is your teeth gritting because a man in your time has advised so?

If the doctrine preached is touching your heart and making it cut that's probably because its not for you.


So don't know how to cook.
Marry a jobless man
Pick a wife from the brothel
Don't pray at all...who cares?

Are you pacified?
Has your foolishness dripped to its last now?
Will you put on your bras and pants and go home now?
Will you also tell your kids the same as they grow older?

Your brand of intellectuality is a shame to common sense. Its no wonder the country won't move. Perverse generation.

I don't know if I'm a feminist, maybe the word feminist has been so abused in Nigeria that I don't want a slice of its sour, tasteless crumbs in my mouth, spits.

These crop of feminist are withered, the proverbial rooting out and casting into the fire must commence, you can all take your sagged boobs away from the protest scene, the party is over now.

Once upon a time, I wanted to be a feminist, I having firm beliefs, making my own money, and taking appropriate stands, I should understand just how cool feminism sounds.
Its not just about a human being portraying their immortality, no, its about a woman being recognized for something other than a thick ass and big boobs. Its about a revolution, yes. At least, until it came to the land of the shamelessly skewed, then it wasn't anymore, the recessions had struck it, its value depreciated, goodbye competence!

These breeds of Nigerian feminist are confused! They stay fighting all the wrong battles believing themselves to be in a competition with men, do you have a dick? No? Sit the Bleep down!

Feminist are women, women who stand for women, women that understand the politics behind equality, equity, and gender roles...just cause you are thirty and unmarried don't mean you are a feminist, could be the next cat lady in the making...don't confuse yourself!

Feminist are women willing to give men a run for their money, they are neither intimidated by nor in a competition with men! Being quick to yell the 'I will not cook and clean anthem' doesn't make you a feminist, it makes you confused, please get your facts straight!

There are millions of feminist happily married to men, take your bitter, lonely self away from the scene! If you can't live with a man that loves and respects you, you my dear are a terrorist! Poof be gone!

I'm tired! Tired of unnecessary ranting from girls who can't feed themselves shouting feminist! Tired of girls who wished they had dicks shouting feminist, go get a surgery done!

Dear Nigerian feminist, please get your facts straight! Feminism isn't about showing how much of an uneducated retard you are on social media, no.
Its not about competing with balls, no.
Its not about being single at thirty five, no.
Its not about not cooking or cleaning a damn house, no.
Its definitely not about wishing yourself to be a man, hell no.

Its something more, its a revolution, its girl power! Its women for women! Its women owning the world for the right reasons, its showing the men how to behave, its making the world a 'she', its making impressive statements in technology, education, art, and what not. I repeat its a damn revolution one that has nothing to do with not cooking, Bleep if you are hungry cook! If you are in love,be!, if you want to be married, do! Its not a life without men, its a life of equality, equity, and respect. Drop your pitchforks, you are not in a battle with men!

I don't know if I'm a feminist, maybe the word feminist has been so abused in Nigeria that I don't want a slice of its sour, tasteless crumbs in my mouth, spits.

These crop of feminist are withered, the proverbial rooting out and casting into the fire must commence, you can all take your sagged boobs away from the protest scene, the party is over now.

Once upon a time, I wanted to be a feminist, I having firm beliefs, making my own money, and taking appropriate stands, I should understand just how cool feminism sounds.
Its not just about a human being portraying their immortality, no, its about a woman being recognized for something other than a thick ass and big boobs. Its about a revolution, yes. At least, until it came to the land of the shamelessly skewed, then it wasn't anymore, the recessions had struck it, its value depreciated, goodbye competence!

These breeds of Nigerian feminist are confused! They stay fighting all the wrong battles believing themselves to be in a competition with men, do you have a dick? No? Sit the Bleep down!

Feminist are women, women who stand for women, women that understand the politics behind equality, equity, and gender roles...just cause you are thirty and unmarried don't mean you are a feminist, could be the next cat lady in the making...don't confuse yourself!

Feminist are women willing to give men a run for their money, they are neither intimidated by nor in a competition with men! Being quick to yell the 'I will not cook and clean anthem' doesn't make you a feminist, it makes you confused, please get your facts straight!

There are millions of feminist happily married to men, take your bitter, lonely self away from the scene! If you can't live with a man that loves and respects you, you my dear are a terrorist! Poof be gone!

I'm tired! Tired of unnecessary ranting from girls who can't feed themselves shouting feminist! Tired of girls who wished they had dicks shouting feminist, go get a surgery done!

Dear Nigerian feminist, please get your facts straight! Feminism isn't about showing how much of an uneducated retard you are on social media, no.
Its not about competing with balls, no.
Its not about being single at thirty five, no.
Its not about not cooking or cleaning a damn house, no.
Its definitely not about wishing yourself to be a man, hell no.

Its something more, its a revolution, its girl power! Its women for women! Its women owning the world for the right reasons, its showing the men how to behave, its making the world a 'she', its making impressive statements in technology, education, art, and what not. I repeat its a damn revolution one that has nothing to do with not cooking, Bleep if you are hungry cook! If you are in love,be!, if you want to be married, do! Its not a life without men, its a life of equality, equity, and respect. Drop your pitchforks, you are not in a battle with men!

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tammyboy1:
Mr cum and complete your shi

"So I go fit buy fuel put for gen"
I gave him a hundred and fifty naira which was the cost for one hour, wondering how much fuel he was going to get at that price as he walked away with his gallon.
Twenty minutes in and cafe boy was nowhere to be found, I kept my cool and waited reminding myself it was about two pages left. At a point I even accused the devil of filling my mind with negative thoughts casting and binding them in their numbers as they came. Almost forty minutes later, the cafe guy strolled in and emptied the content of his gallon, we were then stuck with the battle of turning on the gen as he pulled and pulled and pulled to no avail, he went to the extent of calling people who pulled with him and eventually the gen came on.

I had marked this place even if death had me dragged by its claws, I would never come here but for now I must do the needful. The systems were back on, I located my saved document and continued the race, before I could say jack the systems were off, "NEPA don bring light" he said apologizing for changing over the lines without informing me but as soon as the gen went off so did the lights.

Jesus" I shouted at the peak of my voice, well you guessed right, the pulling started again this time with even his village heads coming to pull the gen, I left my house by 9am and it was already 3pm, but I was left with two pages so I sat still till one guy from nowhere pulled the gen to life, oshey. The lights were back on finally and the system had booted, I located my document but to my utmost surprise it won't open, I tried every means possible but it wouldn't open.
I called the cafe boy and laid my complaints, after twenty minutes of trying he apologized to me and explained that my file had been corrupted and couldn't open.
"What then should I do?" I asked at the point of tears
"Type again, you won't pay for time" he responded
I sat blank for few seconds staring at the desktop while I bit my tongue hard to avoid tears, as I placed my hand on the keyboards to start afresh, the gen went into its epileptic rhythm till it finally died away, I looked to him questioning his next move for which he responded "you fit bring money make I buy fuel?" I slouched into my chair and begun to cry, the clock just ticked 5pm.

When I'm told that people visit the cyber Cafe, I'm usually left in a state of bewilderment for the next two to three seconds after I'm hit the news, cyber cafe bawo? What exactly are you looking for in a cafe? In this modern age when even the babies in the womb are using Google earth to know their location. Is it Facebook abi twitter that you visit the cafe for? All these and more are the thoughts that foolishly gallivant my mind.

I don't have a laptop, in my year two my laptop got stolen by a group of nit wits who were dropped on their heads at birth, I was at night class that day, ( I no know who send me carry laptop go night class) when the bunch of hoodlums invaded the atmosphere with their body odour and extremely blunt cutlass, you could tell from the way they carelessly let it caress their bodies. These guys collected everything, phones, wrist watches and what not. Finally when the king Kong of the group got to me, the one who won't stop bragging about how he would cut someone's head before he left the hall, he looked at me hysterically and burst into a wild laughter
"Laptop for night class? You sef na wa" he said snatching the gadget from the table while I emptied my bladder in fear and shock.
I had gone home smelling that day, and that happens to be the sorry tale of my laptop.

Its been a while since my laptop bid its goodbye, I can't say I didn't feel its absence but like timaya would say "life anagaga" so my life went on without it. Couple of times I had stumbled upon thoughts to buy a new one but shuddered at it basically because I couldn't imagine the possibility of raising eighty thousand naira to buy a new one, where will I start from? My father will not even answer me, neither will my mum sigh. So I succeeded in going through my education without a laptop with assurance that I would get one by final year but along the way I would be in urgent need of a system.

And finally the day came when I had a project that was due for submission in less than four hours. I would like to state clearly that but for my nonchalant attitude towards things that mattered and my disturbing habit of procrastinating things could have been different.

That morning I got up like an animal on heat, truth is I could barely sleep, sleep how? When I had been dreaming about the project....I had failed to submit it almost two million times in my dreams and the last dream put me in a frenzy, I quickly jumped out of my bed my cloths soaked from sweat, I hopped into the bath tub and got ready for the day.

After much running around I found a cafe "thank you Lord" I walked in and requested for time to type out my project, brothers and sisters I should have known this was a trap from the pit of hell right from the onset when the guy bent his gen before turning it on but no, I disregarded this and sat on to do my work. At exactly thirty minutes into my work the bent gen begin giving signals of shutting down as its tempo rose and dimmed, oga cafe quickly turned to me stating that I saved my work which I did faster than the speed of light and just then did the gen fade into oblivion.

I kept my calm after all I had gone more than half way into my work and was left with about only two pages, all he would have to do is turn some fuel into the gen to get of working. After one minute of scrutinizing the gen even when we both knew why it shut down, the scruffy looking oga cafe walked up to me and requested I paid him.

"Pay you? What for?" http://uncircumcisedwriter..com/2015/03/diary-of-student-my-cyber-cafe.html?m=1

VillageBoi:
What I want to know is what happened with the traffic stuff? Na who (or what) Dotun dey whistle to when him commot for the car? Na that interest me.

Lol I'm to humbled by the fact that you might have even glanced....its an excerpt and he married her in the traffic, I basically just did this draft with my tab so its incomplete.

Enoquin:
Of course, it is several scenes not a scene. But for us it was the beginning...we were not privy to other parts. And you didn't need to latch on the 'I've forgotten' statement, the internet isn't dead and my works are still intact.

Secondly if you know the least bit thing bout modern writing then of course you know writers no longer describe outfits for the characters as its limiting to production

I beg to differ. What is modern and what is ancient?
These details will be used to describe your characters and their actions. When the protagonist, antagonist, and important supporting characters first appear in your script, a brief description of each of them is needed.

This description can be as short as one sentence, but it should provide key information about physical appearance and personality. This description always appears before the character speaks for the first time.

Basic descriptive points that may be part of a character introduction include the character's name, age, sex, general physical appearance, clothing style, personality characteristics or mannerisms, and anything that uniquely defines the character.

http://www.scriptologist.com/Magazine/Tips/Characteristics/characteristics.html

Also you might need to go through http://www.storysense.com/format/description.htm 


The one thing I know for sure is to be descriptive enough because it is going to be visual but not to give camera directions....that is the modern writing I know. Have a good day

Like I said, this is a scene and not their first appearance....I made that clear in the topic and in my response too

Good a thing you have forgotten" its a scene not an intro! So therefore by now the audience are full aware of what she looks like and her age, you don't keep describing that!
Secondly if you know the least bit thing bout modern writing then of course you know writers no longer describe outfits for the characters as its limiting to production.
Thanks for your input tho!

INT - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Demetry cuddled aroung Dotun while they both stare unattentively at the television set, the tv makes indistinct chatter as a man cracks away uneccesray jokes that doesnt catch the attention of either of them.

Dotun adjust himself for a second, forcing Demetry to follow suit, worry is etched over his face as silence continues to ravage the room.

Dotun relieves himself from his slouching position sitting upward and adjusting Demetry's head carefully on his lap, Demetry rises forcibly.Dotun stares boldly in her eyes, she returns the gaze.

DOTUN
Marry Me
Demetry widens her eyes in awe with a questioning look, Beat.

DOTUN (CONT'D)
Marry me?

DEMETRY
Why?
Dotun takes her hand drawing her closer to him, he elevates her chin so their eyes meet but with more sincerity this time, he pushes a gulp down his throat.

DOTUN
Marry me because....



CUT TO:
EXT - TRAFFIC - DAY
The road is packed in all ways possible, cars ill-arranged as a result of hasty driving. A traffic officer tries earnestly to lessen the traffic. Loud irritating sounds of horn follow each other incessantly.

A man in a picanto sticks his head out yelling to the honda right in front of him. Two men dressed officially at the far front get into a heated argument. Camera pans around the road and stops on a prado stuck in the traffic, push through glass its Demetry and Dotun.


CUT TO:
INT - LIVING ROOM - DAY

DOTUN
You are the best thing that happened to me

Dotun plants a kiss on her forehead, camera shifts to tv, we see the man still chanting.

EXT - ROAD -
Dotun steps out of his car, his neatly polished shoe glittering in the sun, he positions his collar rightly then blows a sharp deafening whistle.

CUT TO:
INT - ROOM - NIGHT
The room is in partial darkness, the blue bulb lit by the corner doesn't do much of enhancement to its view, a tiny table can be seen at the edge and right above it a counterfeit Monalisa portrait.

The camera moves through the darkness to the bed where loud moans protrude from, no faces seen...the loud sound of a cloth being ripped engages the room as a lady moans loudly.
http://uncircumcisedwriter..com/2015/02/a-scene-from-my-script-like.html

Last years valentine was a shameless bore, it was lackluster and bedridden staring at me straight in the eyes waiting for a reaction like it dared me to do my worse, I had been so frustrated that I walked out on it came back with a gun and shot it dead, wide eyed I killed it, cupid was silly and didn't deserve a second chance, the long and short of it is this; I didn't have a Val date last year and while it may not have bothered me so much it did in some kind of way, when I got out to see couples holding hands, kissing and being all mushy like this single Lady wasn't sitting beside them at the cinema, across them at the eatery an right above them in the shopping mall, the same freaking pair everywhere i went in their washed up red shirts, such idiots....my consolation was the fact that they would be broke come 15th...I was not jealous though, I couldn't have been jealous, even though my horoscope for that day clearly stated "you will be jealous today" I wasn't!
So at the end of the day I stopped by at crunchies got myself a plate of rice garnished with beef, plantain and salad. I didn't forget to pick up a bottle of wine then made my way back to my house! I was overwhelmed to see a valentine present on my bed, I rushed for it and tore the sheets open, "what could it be, who is it from?" The tiny voice in my head repeated excitedly like a maniac, it was a new set of undies and I had bought it myself...I had a foresight what my day could have been like, sigh! what's greater than self love huh? So I spent the rest of the day eating my meal engrossed in vampires diaries...did you know Elena and Damon made some good love in season 5 smh!
This year's valentine although I can't say the same of, this year I was determined to have the valentines of a life time; be at the movies when others were and kiss when others did, didn't matter if I kissed a person or a thing! So I planned ahead of the valentine sending steady signals to this cute guy I liked in hopes that he would respond to which he eventually did! We got talking, one thing leading to the other he asked that I be his val date; I literally did a mental shoki for 15mins placing my hands incessantly on my eyelids for my haters to see and weep, I then explained to him that I wasn't exactly one for selective love display emphasizing that I believed love was expressed in the little acts daily and not by matching coloured vest, good a thing he wasn't a valentines person either, so we agreed to have a Valentine's day with a theme "contempt to love" it was going to be the best val day ever, we felt like a match made in heaven!
Days hurried by and the said day did come, we were so excited that we wore matching vest, this day was going to be epic; we stacked our bags with straws, little folded pieces of papers and lots of sachet water! The plan was to ruin Valentine's day for all, so we set out at 6pm to play anti cupid minions.
Did we have a plan mapped out? Of course! We were going to throw spit balls and water at as many love birds as we could, we had been a bit skeptical at the consequences of our actions at first but whatever were we minions for? So we set out tossing sachets and sachets of water at lovers from the over-head bridge; laughing when possible, docking when needed and running almost every time. We even staged an engagement at the cinema, disrupting several people from their movies then laughed in their faces and ran out the door, the best part you may ask? The http://uncircumcisedwriter..com/2015/02/the-ultimate-valentines.html?m=1

Its obvious you don't even understand but kindly keep your malnourished comment off it...OK?

Candles - Daughter

That boy, take me away, into the night
Out of the hum of the street lights and into a forest
I'll do whatever you say to me in the dark
Scared I'll be torn apart by a wolf in mask of a familiar name on a birthday card

Blow out all the candles, blow out all the candles
"You're too old to be so shy," he says to me so I stay the night
Just a young heart confusing my mind, but we're both in silence
Wide-eyed, both in silence
Wide-eyed, like we're in a crime scene

Well I have brittle bones it seems
I bite my tongue and torch my dreams
Have a little voice to speak with
And a mind of thoughts and secrecy
Things cannot be reversed, we learn from the times we are cursed
Things cannot be reversed, learn from the ones we fear the worst
And learn from the ones we hate the most how to

Blow out all the candles, blow out all the candles
"You're too old to be so shy," he says to me so I stay the night
Just a young heart confusing my mind, but we're both in silence
Wide-eyed, both in silence
Wide-eyed

Cause we both know I'll never be your lover
I only bring the heat
Company under cover
Filling space in your sheets
http://uncircumcisedwriter..com/2015/02/lyrics-of-day.html?m=1

To everyone who has ever been a jambite I say big ups to you for overcoming, the hustle is too damn real!
I'm in my final year now but the exhilaration of success cannot be relished without reminiscing. I remember when I just got into the university like every other jambite I had been extravagantly elated to finally become a year one student, oh the satisfaction! So I went about doing good or at least doing what was expected of me, I avoided the big dawgs, the final year students, the year two students, even the ants....avoided everything (wahala I no want) I also heard a lot about lecturers trying to take advantage of the "fresh ones" so I avoided them too, I neither sat in front nor at the back as I was told those were risky sites, as a matter of fact I bought a book from one of the book vendors that would usually storm the lecture venue only when our lecturers were absent, a book titled "how to overcome year one successfully" I read it thrice and took note of every tiny detail indicated within, I was determined to make it out alive, there was a rule that stated I buy a bullet proof, which I saved for but lost my stupidity before I could make up the money all these things were so important back then.
I had made sure to play my part by all means possible but you should understand in this jambite journey, you surely must fall prey someday, and that said day did come but thankfully I wasn't alone.
In my institution, as it is in most institution, it is required of you to take a GSS course (the term is likely to differ) in partial fulfilment of your course study, and for year one students the GSS courses in question were; the use of English, and of course Library Science.
So we all journeyed to our GSS classes daily, these classes usually held by 7am so it was mandatory to get up as early as possible, the lecturers in question were fond of shutting doors once they walked into the class, and the next thing? You guessed right attendance! I made sure to attend at least 90% of my classes on time, took notes diligently and read every night (year one sha).
Our library science lecturer was a pot bellied man, he was both playful and strict so everyone knew exactly where to draw the lines with him, he gave us assignments and term papers which we all did, he also set a test date for his course, this was going to be my first test ever so I read as hard as possible.
Finally came the day for the test, I had rushed into the test hall twenty mins late, the hall was as good as full, I scanned for familiar faces and noticed that majority of my pals had already been clustered by unknown students...I was amazed at how many students my level had compared to the number that showed up for class.
I immediately hurried to a free chair by the corner, lo and behold I looked to the board to see the oddest question in the world, it was just two questions but I could swear it wasn't in the text book, or had I skipped it while reading, I looked to the people around me and their faces were in the least bit encouraging so I focused on my paper, I was going to do the best I could...library science will hear me today!
3 'O' clock on the dot, the test was over, papers were passed to the front, the lecturer picked up his papers murmured to his course rep a few words then disappeared...comments began flying in the air "this kind stupid test" "abeg o which test book baba dey use" "useless man" I was almost tempted to cuss but I kept my calm, later that night the plan was to speak in other tongues but there wouldn't be need for that anymore.
Minutes passed by and the course rep cleared her throat to address the class, she told us that with a minor token of 500 naira we could all pass the course, apparently that was what Mr pot belly had whispered to her. In the twinkle of an eye 500 "nairas" began to appear you would almost think it was a banking hall "Eddy take nah" "abeg write my name" "shift make I write my matric number" I and my friends had equally paid as we all knew the test was horrible, eventually we went home feeling good (I wouldn't have to speak in tongues that night)
Days turned to weeks, weeks to month and exams drew near, the first exam you may ask? Library science, this time I was prepared I knew all the science behind the library, I even visited the state library even though it was to study for my biology test lol. I sat prepared in the hall smacking my pen against the desk before me waiting earnestly for the paper which arrived 20 minutes later.
The exams were finally over "bastard man" "if God no punish that man devil go punish am" lol I love my fellow malabites and malabresses....the exam was quite simple I must confess and just below the exam questions was continuous assessment LMAO we had been fooled by a pot bellied man.....Lord knows how many others had fallen prey.

http://uncircumcisedwriter..com/2015/02/to-everyone-who-has-ever-been-jambite-i.html?m=1

Good day Sir and how do you do? I trust you are indubitably doing great 'cause it takes a man in lack of an obligation and sense of self to sit before a table and pen down a miserable and fallacious write up as you have done, all in an effort to sully another man's image.
I would like to state clearly before I proceed any further that I am in no way affiliated to the party for which I respond ( Eja nla) my response although is based on the fact that after critical analysis of your article I began to wonder if that tiny voice in your head had been mute all through the writing process, its OK to clearly declare to the world that you are undergoing treatments for dementia ( this for a situation like this is more realistic than sanity) but I would be left in awe if you declined this minor observation of mine.
Trust that I totally understand the exuberance that follows what might be termed a great writing to you ( dementia = insanity; this can affect sense of judgement as to what is good and what isn't) but here are a few pointers for the next time you would want to go on a spree of unjustified madness with your pen;
•If for any reason ( *coughs* dementia) you choose to talk about someone in such a distasteful manner, please for what its worth do ensure you do so with someone in your league (league= class, association, group, as broke as you etc) I say this so you don't reek excessively of undiluted jealousy as is your case right now, you stink beyond tolerance.
•Its not enough to have a fancy headline that allures a large audience just for the traffic, people click these stuff to read them you know? And its just sheer idiocy to put up a bogus headline when in reality you have nothing significant to say.
•understand that writing isn't merely the aggregation of enormous ample vocable ( see that?) That's gibberish not communication. Just because you know fancy words don't mean you are making sense ( whatever happened to that mass of fat in your head?)
• If you are ever going to pick up that miserable thing you call a writing pad again, I suggest you have enough evidence "sources have it" really? You are going to rate the success of a man's career based on what waka pass said? Why don't you just get a Nobel prize for your malevolent piece right away?
• "its humour filled wonder what there is to celebrate or worth celebrating" please enter the CAPTCHA "S T U P I D" Let's ensure you aren't a zombie of some sort ( bangs head miserably on the wall..slowpoke slowpoke) whoever said you could write that?
I would urge you to next time state clear facts, get a non demented person (not suggesting you are demented) to read your piece, re-read your piece again (×300) then toss it into the trash can, OR shut the hell up. Please re-read steps if confused, thanks!
LASTLY
I HOPE SOMEONE HAD OUT THEIR WRITING PADS AND BEEN SERIOUSLY TAKING COPIOUS NOTES (SIC) TOO EXCLUSIVE!
Xoxo ZIV