Delusions of grandeur and a reality grander than those. I've yet to decide how to segregate these rants. Regardless, I am a jester with no audience so consider this as my life's joke. My career is in logic so everything else will go here. 

I dropped my phone in the grass
Foie gras
I'm digging in his ass
Meat
Raw

On the clock I'm master of the mechanisms, or just master for short. Off the clock I will respond to dread or Aiv.

I will be trying to write an actual story with characters as soon as my empathy comes back and I can reasonable approach world building.