So, welcome to the Dickhead Blog. You've heard so much about it and now it's here. Aren't you lucky. (It would be dickhead.blogspot.com, but some other Dickhead already got that one. If you know this person, tell me and I will offer him money. For it.)

Over the course of the next however-long-I-feel-like I will be dispensing wisdom to you, using a common courier font to remind you of people like Dashiel Hammett and Agatha Christie. I us the courier font because it takes my back to the basics. I like for my soul to get back to the basics sometimes, which is why I fall in love so much. Love? What is love? baby don't hurt me no more.

The moon rose over her buttocks, like a silver dollar shining atop a set of milky white buttock-shaped things. I slapped her gently; her skin rippled beneath my touch as though she were covered in a gossamer, honeydew sheen. Which she was -- a pastiche of flopsweat and sperm.

Also some time I would like to talk about poker.

If you have suggestions, please send them to me and I will consider.