I have infinite sadness. Somebody please post.

[potent_sardine]

I've read and re-read the unspoken (or written, for that matter) code of conduct when in social situations contending to those unknowing of knowledge (ironic) and impartial to the impact it might have on their lives had they tried a single lemon miranguey gin-and-tonic-y taste of the stuff. Nowhere does it say I must be nice to them.

Who here is destined to be sports coaches and leathery old beauty queens who smell of moth balls and treadmills?

If knowledge tastes like carbonated pie, love must have too many flavors to handle...

Hate is most certainly bile.