There is a time to stop reading, there is a time to STOP trying to WRITE, there is a time to kick the whole bloated sensation of ART out on its whore-ass.

“you are yesterday'sbouquet so sadlyraided”

“Ευφυία είναι η ικανότητα να πεις κάτι βαθυστόχαστο με απλό τρόπο.”

“Não sou esnobe; eu simplesmente não estou interessado no que a maioria das pess…”

“YOU DON'T SMELL FIRE," I yelled. YOU SMELL SMOKE.”