User:The Mesmer

Elok: "What do you mean 'you and me', 'I and you', 'you and I', and 'me and you' are all the same?" The Mesmer: "What do you mean 'what do I mean?'" Elok: "I mean precisely what I meant when I asked you 'what do you mean?'" The Mesmer: "It's simple English- Oh lord, is that an Oxford Comma? You know those are forbidden!" Who are you? The Mesmer: "Who am I? I am naught but an item of the figments of your imagination, I am a piece to your puzzle- a chord from one end of your mind to the infinitum of the masses around you. A simple person, that is who I am and that is who I'll stay. But truly, I am quite complex. My horizons know no bounds and will continue to stretch out until I have taken grasp of absolutely every ounce of knowledge within the cerebrum of the spirits of both living and dead- deity and peon- and have published it as a book. I'll call it... The Works. Yes, that's it. Haha, it'll be perfect. Oh, do excuse my banter. I tend to float away from the question at times... Now then, you may call me Dr. Mesmer or Sir Mesmerlots, but I do prefer something more fancy like... Oh I don't know.. Dr. Mesmer? Yes, that's it. If you dare defile my name, I'll step into your mind and reduce every lobe to ash. I'll make you think your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elder berries your entire childhood; your foot would be located on your nostril and your hand at your elbow. I've gone off topic again haven't I? Well, quite simply... I am a man pursuing all forms of literary work in all fields. I find writing to be most extravagant- and moreso- most invigorating. Conjuring up scenes of amazement through words is my power and I hold it most dear. You see, writing is a dismally lonely business... But when you write with the voice of the mind you tend to be accompanied by some mass of togetherness. Then again, it could just be this mask I carry around. Isn't that right, Dreamweaver?"