Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.
Emile M. Cioran

As it enters the ear, does it come in like broken glass or does it come in like honey?
Eddie Condon

sometimes I edit your stories; like plants; they grow and bloom

sometimes I leave reviews if I really like your work or really hate it

I don't listen to any kind of music you like

I don't subscribe to your popular ideas of what's cool, and I don't really do profiles if you know what I mean