There are things that are false, and then there are things that ring so clearly with all that is true that their tone can be described only as clarion. Piercing the din of white noise that defines our daily lives with a shrillness and clarity that is simultaneously horrifying and mesmerizing. Truth, like brown-flecked blue orbs, stares me in the eye and makes its intentions known. I shiver as it grazes my soft underbelly.
Undeniable. Indubitable. Immutable. Inescapable. Truth.
Be it ever so humble; bitches don’t know about my HTML.
Every post I read reminds me or Jared louche.
Fucking Greg.
I am taking that as a compliment, regardless of your design.