He’s a scientist. He’s never cried. He flips through Googled image searches of burn victims while he touches himself.

Humor, drama, romance, whatever genre of entertainment you create or consume is only effective if it is challenging to your sensibilities. When the sexuality of seeing a woman’s ankles became trumped by her calf, society changed. When the calf was later trumped by a woman offering shots of alcohol from her vagina on Rock of Love, society changed again. My hope for this world is that we can soon run out of shocking body parts and can finally see the humor in our ætheric bodies.

A novel is no different than graffiti in a bathroom stall, it's just more pretentious.

Does anyone else day dream about what it would be like if specific age groups just dropped dead all across the world?

Every concept of reality is all in our head, belief is what makes truth.