Bzzt - zing!

is the sound of your brain making a connection. Neurons fire and grow at the speed of light, connecting in a full, closed circuit. The sensation is palpable and it comes with the euphoric shot of dopamine. It can be scary sometimes.

Letter From Will

Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat,
To thee the reed is as the oak.

Nights of Formication

The air was cool next to the sea. It carried well the nervous laughter of people who had met for the first time. Long periods of uncomfortable silence. Their eyes flitted about the darkening coast, resting not on each other's face for fear of awkwardness. Their minds raced though, in want of saying something sharp-witted to break the uncomfortable silence. Well, it wasn't really a true silence, it was scattered with the sounds of a little boy slapping at his legs, muttering 'damn bugs'.

Of course, as the night wore on, they grew more accustomed to each other, and words flowed more freely. There still was the sense of mindfulness about what they said, but that only goes away between good friends. There was more talk and laughter, but beneath all that there still continued the slap and smack and 'damn bugs'.

Fortunately I have reinforcements

Again, mentor chytah comes to save the day with his innumerable wiseness.

Imagine I want some dough. I have people under me who pay me money for god-knows-what reasons, but it isn't enough. So I get these people, who are giving me their money, to work and toil and labour.

Let's say that I put them in a sweatshop, making origami paper cranes. They aren't paid, in fact they pay me, so my little workers are more than a little disgruntled. QC is non-existent, the average paper crane looks more like something out of a pretentious little art student's trashcan-of-failed-dreams-that-so-could-have-made-it-big.

Anyway, what I do is I sell the paper cranes back to the people who made them. They have no choice but to buy and give me more money. It's of course, for a noble cause, the weenie worker welfare watch.

The money just rolls in and I have more big cool stuff built in my name.

Queen quote #41123

I got no feel, I got no rhythm.
I just keep losing my beat.

But I'm okay, I'm alright.
Ain't gonna face no defeat.

Just gotta get out of this prison cell.
Someday, I'm gonna be free.

I'd gone running at an ungodly hour in search of the girl in the dream.

Didn't see her, din't expect to at all (hope springs eternal notwithstanding).

But fate throws you the strangest cards sometimes. Instead I met the girl from forever (really forever) long ago.


She even pronounces my name correct after the decade.