I'm Sirius

I mean it. I can't have you sitting in your room reading and not getting things I post.

Searing regret

From whence the imagination plumed

Lost inside a dripping cave

To the deep, deep trenches

So poorly exhumed

With a smiling face I did not bear,

To the the deep, weeping chasms of fear

And towering despair

I'm targeting a new audience of intellectuals. I'm sorry, but you'll all have to move on. All of you.