I Write…

..and you, my Faceless friend, read.  Our bizarre little relationship is based upon that single, immutable rule.

I, Your Writer, write – because for most-assuredly selfish reasons, I feel the need (no, the compulsion)  to, and I want you to read it. And you, my Faceless Reader—for reasons perhaps best kept to yourself, you wonderfully kinky devil—feel the need to read it. I assume you are in search of some form of entertainment; and I am obviously writing this in a not-so-thinly-veiled attempt to entertain you.

Simple, right?

So, here we are.  Around and around we go like awkward teens at a party, eyeing each other up and doing this little dance until either you get bored reading this senseless babble, or I tire of writing it and the need to entertain you gets overwritten by finding a snack or watching TV.

Entertained yet…?  I hope you are… I know I am. And, thanks for dropping by, Faceless… I’m looking forward to our next dance.

-Your Writer


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