I've not posted here in a while, truly I have lacked any real inspiration to lift my writing hand so I must thank you for this opportunity and I am most grateful.
I write to address your recent postings and perhaps your older ones that have slipped to the back of my mind where I can no longer recall them. A small mercy, but a welcome one indeed.

For the most part what I read seems to be the babblings of that which you claim not to be, a shouting lunatic. I cannot think of a post you've made in recent times that hasn't been so nefariously vapid that it causes me woe that could rival that of Pazuzu himself.
I struggle to find meaning, I struggle to find reason, I struggle to see anything beyond the death throes of a wounded mind, doing its best to utter something relevant before it fades into nothing to the sound of a flatulent eulogy.

I myself had the genius idea of posting terrible poetry with the intentions of having people bribe me to stop, but you have truly bested me on this. Every time I wake to see a new post in this section, I pray, I pray to Gods I don't even worship. I pray that the Logos will come back to smite this wretched board from existence or that Someone might make the Achaean language simply disappear for the sake of me never having to read this waffle again.

In short, the only way I can possibly think "As above, so below" can mean in regards to you is that your head seems to be overflowing with the same substance that normally inhibits one's backside. The latter, conveniently, is where I would reccomend you shove your postings as opposed to making them here.

Seasons greetings

E, King of Sapience.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Sarapin, in the year 957 AF.