NotSoAnonymous

Well i grew up in the Appalachian mountains raised by a pack of lone hungry wolves. They fed me and brought me up as one of their own. One day i ventured to far from the pack and was taken by a group of hunters, they were taken back with my overall appearance and sent me to a local hospital. There i had trouble accustoming myself to human life and as a result broke free of the hospital. I scoured the streets for some sort of sustenance after picking around some garbage i noticed a pad of pad of paper and a pencil on the wet concrete. I picked it up and for some reason writing just came naturally to me. I understood the words i was writing on the paper each scratch of the pencil on the paper made me feel strangely more human then ever. Now my words were awfully incoherent and it didnt really make much sense i even have trouble recalling what it was I exactly wrote but i think it went something like; Sour feet cat piss moldy sock. Not the nicest of images but i was really proud of these words i had written. now since i had just escaped from the hospital i was still wearing the hospital gown that a nurse had given me and looked basically like an escaped mental patient so it wasnt that surprising that in no time at all i was back in a hospital bed. I showed the staff there my writing and they were thouroughly impressed that someone who had the IQ of a lemon could possibly have the Intelligence of a common house cat, the taught me how to hone and perfect my skeeels. Eventually i had gained a great skill with poems and lyrics as well and the day that i was released from the hospital i ran into an internet cafe and made a profile on this website.
Now my interests have changed and i feel myself slowly becoming more of an acceptable member of your society.