Madness string 75226

Random mermaid
A writer who says that there are no truths, or that all truth is 'merely relative,' is asking you not to believe him. So don't. Deconstruction deconstructs itself, and disappears up its own behind, leaving only a disembodied smile and a faint smell of sulphur.

I would love it if he could turn into a horse, but he couldn't even turn into something relevant.