I get off on words, but curse them in the same growl. Never quite right and wholly insufficient to convey the gyrating, pulsating, seizing, thriving, messy nature of the human experience. I'm better to squeal my feelings and sentiments than lock them into sentences with the same twinny seux letturrrrrrrrrs that I slurped as Spaghetti-O's before I knew they could also be spewed to hurt you just as much as they could power up a billion smiles. However, for better or probably worser, we haven't evolved past this cheap technology, so words are the best way of translating everyday magic for us, me, you. So let's slow it on down and write.