I don't remember anything. Nothing.
Only that I cried. That's it. Really.
But now. That's one I can talk about. I am what I am now, I suppose. I obviously enjoy writing. Yeah sure, I'm Helium, and I really hate writing! Sure, sure...
In general;
I was born a loser, am a loser, and will remain a loser, just like the rest of the world!
My passion is ...
All right, let's think. Hmm. Do you think it might be... writing?
I know too much about ...
Stuff! And, not always good stuff, too.
My parents always told me ...
If you want to do it, we'll let you. We'll just make you feel extremely remorseful about it afterwards.
My childhood ambition ...
No idea. Never had one. Actually, I did, but if I said 'em, it would take you years to read it. So I'm letting you opt for the better answer: none.
My favorite memory ...
Is right now, and now, and now, and the next one after this, probably. Live for the day!
Why I write ...
That's not a smart question. I have no idea.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
I am currently reading what I am typing. What am I typing, actually?
My first job ...
I love unemployment. If I put it that way, it makes me feel much better about my status in life. At the bottom.
My best moment ...
Is when I get to the top five for any of my articles. What do you think?
My inspiration ...
Is all the good writers out there. Yes, includes Helium. And... yes, myself too.
They have spent years crafting and tuning anthologies of imagination and love; now comes their time, rising above all else, a race different to others, they stand. Ink which spills upon a page; they do not fear, instead, they stare thoughtfully at everything, drinking in serenity and peace, and transformed a ruined page into a world into its own. Like the beauty of a serenade, they write and wander, lost in thought, until their pen comes to a stop. They feel no weariness or pain, time stops for them. A race apart, a world apart, an imagination apart.
More..Logan Duke
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