Let's examine. Matyn. What has became of his charming, at times, odd man after a year or more of silence? The answer is simple. Matyn never changes. It's the world that changes. Matyn is still fucking esoteric, terribly obsessed over the deviantly-perverse and the dexterity of the English language. No idea if he is still bent on the notion of 'goth' though. However, I am certain he mentioned it is an inappropriate word for his "extravagrant" sense of dressing. Burr. He has a cool necklace. On the pechant lies a bunch of hair, which I questioned, "I suppose those hairs are your victims'?", he merely agreed in the most non-chalant air.
To give you a more wholesome view of Matyn, I shall quote him; from a lengthy SMS chat;
"I like my victims on the harbinger of eternal regret." - Matyn.
"God has a competitor!" - Me.
"God resigned due to stiff competition." - Matyn.
"And, I heard he's (God) claustrophobic in his custom made casket." - Matyn.
"Oh, don't be discriminating. Everyone has their flaws." - Me.
"His incessant advertisements revealed his foibles. I am just tactlessly observant." - Matyn
"Oh, then that wasn't very smart of him." - Me.
Such banter brightens my day.
Thank you for your much appreciated input, Matyn. We shall meet properly again, soon. I thank you for your Marquis De Sade book, too. I bet I will have a great night reading it, that I am most certain of.