The Medium Obscured The Message.

People, Generally, Suck.

Actually, Orcas Aren't Quite As Complex As Scientists Imagine. Most Killer Whales Are Just Four Tons Of Doofus Dressed Up Like A Police Car.

Little-boy Love...the Cleanest Pain I've Ever Known. Love Without Desire, Conditions, Or Limits - A Pure And Radiant Glow In The Heart That Could Make Me Giddy And Sad And Glorious All At Once. Where Does It Go? Why, In All Their Experiments, Did The Magi Never Try To Capture That Purity In A Bottle? Perhaps They Couldn't.

It's Christmas! Ah, Christmas, The Time When All Good People Go About Not Decapitating Each Other.

Words, Words, Words, A Million Million Words Circle In My Head Like Hawks, Waiting To Dive Onto The Page To Rend And Tear The Only Two Words I Want To Write. Why Me?