Seems La Femme Nikita is just as greedy for the spotlight as his boyfriend, Tabetha. He stomped his widdle feet begging for attention, so I’ll give him a little. But only because there’s something to point and laugh at.
His comments show that he’s not only disjointed, but only semi-literate – and only that much because I’m willing to be generous. Compared to Tab, Little Nicky at least TRIES to get it right. He doesn’t succeed, of course, but his poor, addled little brain at least tries
Comparing himself to any of the people he names shows how deluded he really is. He’s got no more in common with Rod Serling (and his progeny) than he does with the world of Lovecraft, yet he keeps implying himself into their circles. That’s not some “fabrication.” His own words show the level of his failing grasp on reality. It’s slipping more and more all the time. I’d pity the eejit if he weren’t so determined to make himself, well, look like an eejit.
That’s it. That’s all the attention he gets.
Go away, Nicky. The grownups are talking, here.