Our start here, with this new Vol. 4 of Kyiv Unedited’s “The Kyiv Commix”, unfortunately for somebody, doesn’t look very auspicious… at all.
And I’ll tell you why,
Say I…
the only reasonable outsider, with secret, untraceable ingress into this operation, which thereby allows me to comment anonymously on the workings around here, and no one can do a damn thing about it – ha-ha;
And so I say, as I was saying, if things aren’t bad enough with this “fresh”, new start… this much-hand-wrung-and-long-suffered relaunch of the Kyiv Unedited website:
looks like it was built by an old man who barely understood 10 percent of how the WordPress CMS actually works before he decided to mulishly push forward using that very same CMS to just go ahead and build it;
which, if THAT isn’t bad enough, the “frame” (the story directly above this Notice, “The Descent… or how the Ferret went to Hell”, which said Notice is hereinbelow referencing [What the f is a “frame”? Please do visit, if you can find it anywhere in this unaccountable place, the much-maligned, but highly respected, though little-referred-to, and therefore oft-ignored Man on Earth section, the slowest-moving one of this entire project, appropriately inconveniently buried somewhere in the bilious, fitfully belching bowels of this American Kyiv-based detective agency’s “reconstructed” so-called website for piles of delusional literary junk made up of misfitting things like failed definitions, pathetic pseudo-dissertations, broken promises cynically changed out by bizarre excuses, lamentably attempted explanations, gainsaid elucidations so confounding they cannibalize both each other and themselves, et al, thereof]), says it takes place “on the night before Halloween”.
Says it right there – in the title!
But the filing date at the end of the frame of October 20 is more than ONE FULL WEEK BEFORE!!! October 30; namely, the very same-said “night before Halloween” reported in the frame’s title!
So… Guinea! What say you, Roman soldier boy? Made fun of Christ, did we? Is that why you were punished with the torment of a supernaturally, aye, preternaturally long life, knowing all along that you will, in fact, die? And can you really claim not to know, not to understand, precisely where you will be headed when that fateful moment finally arrives? Yes, yes, it is indeed just that simple. And might that be, say, anytime soon? Hmm…??? Well, well, well…
There appears to be a wee-bit problem with all this – wouldn’t you say? Guinea? But it doesn’t matter you didn’t sign the piece. Because I’m on to you, Guinea, and, as we get started here, I’m ALREADY sick-‘a’-your bullshit!!!