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If you are reading this, you likely already know who I am. And if you’re a hybristophile, a rubbernecker, a muckraker, a true-crime junkie, a journalist, a podcaster, a psych student hoping to exploit me for a paper, a lonely girl with daddy issues who wants to feel edgy by chatting with a killer, a lovelorn pederast looking for a boy toy, an incel or red-piller seeking validation of your toxic worldview, an evangelist trying to draft me to the Jesus team, or any other sort of psychic vampire, don’t bother greeting me, because I don’t want to talk. You’d be wasting time and stamps. But if you are none of the above and you’d like an unconventional friend with whom you can share enlightening, entertaining conversation, then send me a greeting through the Securus eMessaging app. I’m especially eager to discuss: - Cats and corvids - Video games and music - Calvin and Hobbes and Monty Python - Media studies, philosophy, psychology, and sociology - Medieval history, religion, and occultism Again, use the Securus app. The overlords of Castle Ferguson no longer allow us dungeon dwellers to receive physical mail. Man is condemned to be free. Semper ambulo in Via Sinistra.