A Sickly Little Smile Grew And Died

There's Plenty Of Stuff That I Don't Feel Dissident About: I Really Like Tea, I Don't Have Any Problem With That. I Like Lots Of Paintings.

Someone Came In All Starfleet Badges Today. Not On My Shift, Sadly.' 'fascist,' Leon Had Said. 'why Are You So Prejudiced Against Nerds?' 'please,' Billy Said. 'that Would Be A Bit Self-hating, Wouldn't It?' 'yeah, But You Pass. You're Like, You're In Deep Cover,' Leon Said. 'you Can Sneak Out Of The Nerd Ghetto And Hide The Badge And Bring Back Food And Clothes And Word Of The Outside World.

There Is No Knowing Beyond That Membrane, The Meniscus Of Death. What Can Be Seen From Here Is Distorted, Refracted. All We Can Know Are Those Untrustworthy Glimpses--that And Rumour. The Prattle. The Dead Gossip: It Is The Reverberation Of That Gossip Against The Surface Tension Of Death That The Better Mediums Hear. It Is Like Listening To Whispered Secrets Through A Toilet Door. It Is A Crude And Muffled Susurrus.

Art Is Something You Choose To Make... It's A Bringing Together Of... Of Everything Around You Into Something That Makes You More Human, More Khepri, Whatever. More Of A Person.

Geeks Run The World. Condoleezza Rice Is A Geek, Bill Gates Is Clearly A Geek, Many Of The Big Filmmakers And Writers Are Geeks, Lots Of Military People Are Geeks. Anyone Who Has Heard Donald Rumsfeld Talk About Military Hardware Knows They Are In The Presence Of A Geek.