Light, the visible reminder of Invisible Light.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

Observation: It would be awesome to fly in a superfast airplane that could chase the sunrise around the world for a while.

In the end, I had to call myself a faggot, which really annoyed me, because 1. I don't think that word should ever be used by anyone, let alone me, and 2. As it happens, I am not gay, and furthermore, 3. Chuck Parson made it out like calling yourself a faggot was the ultimate humiliation, even though there's nothing at all embarrassing about being gay.

In English, we don't have a word for people who aren't virgins. What the non-virgin lexical gap really made me think was that our obsession with sexual purity is such that once you are no longer this THING, you are indescribable.

"Please stop," I said. "You're upsetting the black Santas."

Eternity bids thee to forget.