"From the darkness, sleeping light." Formerly luminus dormiens. Lux pacis, light of peace.

Quote: "Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us." --Bill Watterson, cartoonist, Calvin and Hobbes


I have this inexplicable ability to make people not want to talk to me anymore. After a chat, we don't even say "hi." Or at least, other people don't. Other people with functioning XY chromosomes don't. Is it something I write? Is it the way my sentence and structure are together boring?

Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep invention on a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?

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