ODERINT DUM METUANT

I disagree with the (w)hole premise of your story, aspiring storyteller. There really aren't any wrong stories or wrong people, I for one believe there's only an attainable bodycount to reach a desirable happy ending.

The only bubáks you see, are the ones you've brought yourself.

Faces are not for switching. Faces are for wearing.

I hate every ape I see. From chimpan-A to chimpan-Z.

T-t-t-the... RAWNESS of human emotion is what I like to call it. The sweaty biker reclining next to his hog on the side of the road on a steamy summer morning, the tired worker sunbathing at his work station, the man absent from his post and stature, the man unfound, undisturbed and free, THE HUMAN in all his flaws and imperfections taking in the adversity of elements with a grace of a God. An unstoppable force.