… It Is Not Healing To See

There Is A Common Emotion We All Recognize And Have Not Yet Named -- The Happy Anticipation Of Being Able To Feel Contempt.

In Her Way, She Was A Hard One. Faith In Any Sort Of Natural Justice Was Nothing But A Night Light; She Knew Of That. Whatever She Did, She Would End The Same Way With Everyone Does: Flat On Her Back With A Tube In Her Nose, Wondering, "is This All?

Whenever Feasible, One Should Always Try To Eat The Rude.

We Can Only Learn So Much And Live.

Problem-solving Is Hunting; It Is Savage Pleasure And We Are Born To It.