TOTALLY GONE BUT STILL THERE...

Though he has lost the wager, Diorreah still comes to the Pathetically Incorrect to drink in the reality that escapes his feeble existence. I pray for him, but you have to want to be helped in order to accept the help. The only thing real in Diorreah’s life is lies. To believe in something untrue, one must have a very carefully built house of cards. He refuses offers to tell us who he is, where he lives, and what his name is. This makes it easy to be wrong: A faceless nameless farce ensconced behind a façade of fallacies no one can ever relate to, and he’s comfortable there. May he relish in obscurity, I know I relish his insignificance.