My red pen bleeds my soul for you

[Steampunk]

There are faux Faulkner contests.




And imitation Hemingway competitions.


Because, as you all well know, we didn't get enough of them when they were alive.





So, I have a proposal. It's not really a big thing.


In fact, it's just a little ole post.



But it is the one you're reading right now.






My proposal. My challenge to you. My call to the masses (of asses?) known as Fubar. It is thus: we shall enter herein,

to the best of our limitations,


good approximations,


of that amalgamation,




that is rocking the nation,



known as Seriously.



So it is written, so shall it be done. Forever and ever until the ends of the earth. Amen.