intrepid boldness would have moved me to start with superfluous tsunamic shenanigans here and now. it'd be the type capable of inciting the wrath of the unambiguous orthodox sweeping 'em out of their archaic shells --might be mighty entertaining to me-- but then again, weighing the odds, it'll be too dangerous for my personal safety.

so, NO.

images of being stoned to death or being fed to the lions doesn't really quite fit the histrionic ending of my would-be autobiographical debut.

so let me be known as Eile. sweet and simple. (n_n)