“Dont you hate that? Uncomfortable silence. Why do we feel its necessary to talk about bull in order to feel comfortable? Thats when you know youve found somebody really special. When you can just shut the hell up for a minute and comfortably share a silence -Pulp Fiction” ForewordBlackhole. Left me empty. Dry, barren land. Chapped lips. Words, I am at loss. My fingers wont move. Suddenly, fire. Angst. No, just annoyed. Magic. Fingers itched to type. Irritation can be like burning coal, fuel for a derailed train-of-thoughts. I hope this doesnt end in a disaster. Keeping in mind three standards. To hell with those standards. I think I can write.