Love Of Love Written By The Broken

One Forgets That One Is One. I Must Try To Remember This.

My Interest Is In How Meaning Is Communicated Via Language, And I Believe The Shape, Positioning, Even The Color Of The Language Has An Effect On Meaning.

My Hands Resemble Some Ancient Tree: The Roots That Bind Up The Earth, The Rock And The Ceaselessly Nibbling Wordms.

Quick Note Here: If This Crush-slash-swooning Stuff Is Hard For You To Stomach, If Youve Never Had A Similar Experience, Then You Should Come To Grips With The Fact That Youve Got A Tv Dinner For A Heart And Might Want To Consider Climbing Inside A Microwave And Turning It On High For At Least An Hour, Which If You Do Consider Only Goes To Show What Kind Of Idiot You Truly Are Because Microwaves Are Way Too Small For Anyone, Let Alone You, To Climb Into.

Back On Shore Everyone Was Pretty Messed Up, But The Owner/captain Was By Far The Worst Off. He Ended Up Drunk For A Week, Though The Only Thing He Ever Said Was "so?" The Boat's Gone. "so?" Your Mate's Dead. "so?" Hey At Least You're Alive. "so?" An Awful Word But It Does Harden You. It Hardened Me.