I love a good brass section.
Been on this site for way too long.
The Tyrannian concert hall is our second home.
That's all.

I think I'm falling in love.

The past is a grotesque animal.

I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas
hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?"
Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is
a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God
behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong.
We are not special. We are not trash, either. We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.
And God says, "No, that's not right."
Yeah. Well. Whatever.
You can't teach God anything.

~Chuck Palahniuk