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"Everyone has 20/20 hindsight."

~!@#$%^&*()_+

Just for a moment, I'd like to touch upon the subject of words.

Words, Words, Words. So say something. Say anything. It's hard for me to find them sometimes. I imagine it's hard for everyone at one point or another. But you know. You get through it. You swallow your stutters and think and finally spit out what you were trying to say, much to the dismay of yourself and probably others. Words can be sharp, and swiftly sting, much like a ninja star. Words can be quiet, softly spoken but unexpectedly powerful, like an infamous one-inch punch. Words can be loud, nonsensical and meaningless, much like a karate yell.

Ninja star, one-inch punch, karate yell. Words kick some ass.

Then there are the words that defy genres in that they are individual to every one. For instance, one might think there are several hidden references to a particular love interest embedded in this very blog. Consequently, there will be undertones of love that you will pick up on, for better or for worse. On the other hand, one might pick up some wholly nonexistent malevolent threads in these words, and therefore this whole thing will reek of dislike and petty hatred. It's all individualized, my, my.

~!@#$%^&*()_+

It's the simple things; late night games of Marry, Murder, Screw; burning incense; watching porn with a plot; laughing and sounding like a bunch of dying animals; lighting up and taking pride in our homemade pieces; it's the little things that I miss the most.