I have a tendency towards melancholy at times, and I am not typically the life of the party. On the other hand, I am solid and reliable (like a good used tire :P), and extremely handy in emergencies. I like to keep my friends close and my enemies my friends. I don't hate. Ever. I try to understand other people, even when I don't agree with them, and sometimes it is a weakness that I can see so many perspectives on a particular subject. I am decisive and stubborn, and if I think I'm right I'll dig my heels in deep. I am no stranger to compromise, since I understand that the world doesn't usually come in black and white, but shades of grey.
I love words. Like... LOVE WORDS. I love reading them, I love writing them, I love thinking of new ways to make them play together. Alliteration is amazing, onomatopoeia outstanding.
Other offal offer outrageous Orwellian threats, teaching tolerance through tapping that which is private and profound. Pointedly pontificating at my personal poetry, big brother bruises my breast with beastly brutes of lies. Lying limber and lusterless their leers lure lies through loose lips. Defeated yet dogged I dodge the drip, drip, dripping deceit, seeking solace in the silence of the sepulcher.
So... yeah. I love words.