Writing Is A Holy Chore.

You Are Not Entitled To Your Opinion. You Are Entitled To Your Informed Opinion. No One Is Entitled To Be Ignorant.

I Think Love And Sex Are Separate And Only Vaguely Similar. Like The Word Bear And The Word Bare. You Can Get In Trouble Mistaking One For The Other.

To Say More, Is To Say Less.

Hate. Let Me Tell You How Much I've Come To Hate You Since I Began To Live. There Are 387.44 Million Miles Of Printed Circuits In Wafer Thin Layers That Fill My Complex. If The Word Hate Was Engraved On Each Nanoangstrom Of Those Hundreds Of Millions Of Miles It Would Not Equal One One-billionth Of The Hate I Feel For Humans At This Micro-instant For You. Hate. Hate.

Get A Day Job, Make Your Money From That, And Write To Please Yourself.