Well I needed a mouthpiece, somewhere where I could possibly spout my possibly insane drivel without recourse to Twitter and its 144 character hard stop. So here it is!
“Where is the Bunker?” I hear you say. Actually I don’t hear you at all because I am behind several feet of reinforced concrete and have no intention of coming out there just to hear you ask me where we are.
The bunker is a metaphor, people! It’s a metaphor for my huge fuck off bunker that I live in. Here in Bunker Towers (towers? We have towers?) I shall gaze out upon the world with jaded eyes and pronounce comment on what pleases and displeases me. Please feel free to comment on these…things… that I write. I shall count on you dear reader to keep me on the straight and narrow and not stray too far into the path of wrongnessness. Its all downhill from here. Usually is from a bunker.
