your local choncho, anti scroncho.
"The moon doesn"t need poetry. The wind doesn"t need trees to blow. Every speech, every book, every play, every movie, every sculpture, every painting, every love letter, is just a line on an Etch-a-Sketch. A scratch circumscribing what used to be infinite possibilities into many, but fewer, meanings. Every letter, every symbol, every character is just a thin little window that allows us to peer inside. Every mark we make is just a wound on ourselves, revealing the darkness within."