[alyasa]

Were it so, that for every intellectual pretension that someone has to suffer through; eardrums melting to tallow, and blood streaming like hot wax from ripped cochleas; psyches marked indelibly by warped, twisted, psychotic, inherently egoistical prattle that tears at your soul like inane loons, mindless and unrelenting; God lets an angel drift to Earth from Heaven to warm our hearths and touch our hearts and take the pain away, to soothe like a nourishing balm of our hurt and despair at such pretentious intellectualism. Were it so...