In dreams we enter a world that's entirely our own

"I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to call it, I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it."

Love: Star Wars, Dungeons&Dragons, Doctor Who, Scifi/Fantasy books, Firefly, Fringe, tea, Harry Potter, metal, good prose, drawing/writing, video games, communication, picnics, and laughing until I cry.

Hate is simply not a strong enough word for the following list, so I'll just go with despise...
Despise: Jar Jar Binks, Nicholas Cage, goats, the dark, closing my eyes in the shower, letter boxes with arms and legs, arrogance and pure ignorance.

I don't expect anyone to make any sense of what is said or seen on here. I try not to care too much, about anything. I'm probably just as boring as the next person. This just gives a little insight to what I think, dream, want and imagine. But rest assured, you have no idea about everything I am, do, and live for. So just assume.