This would be a very interesting "re-re-re-edit". Anyway. As humans, were we "programmed" this way? Or - at some point - did we break our "programming"? I think I developed my own moral and ethical beliefs. But did I?

Saying I'm a "picky eater" is an understatement. But. Except for the fish thing and vegetables - it's less hate and more "meh". Basically my diet is cluck or gobble. Sometimes oink. And cheese. So. Half moo?

For me? Creativity and emotions are painfully inseparable. EVERY thought I share – here, there, everywhere – entails Van Gogh level suffering. So. Why do it? Because I crave deep, meaningful, open, honest – conversation.

Meeting your maker at the hands of something you made? That is the Universe taking the utmost poetic delight in all the “hold my beer” irony it can serve. Chilled. And since I have no friends? My body shalt never be found.