†AliA Veri†As VenA†oR

My name iz Talia.. say it, I dare ya.. yeah, you said it wrong...
I am a perfecktly normal human worm baby. (10 pointz if you get the reference)
Supposedly mah wayz are like a lengthwise groove on a molding between the convex upper part and the soffit (any klue as to what I'm talking about?). Crackz in the sidewalk inspire me. I'm easily amused. I have a tendency to whore the english language. Itz usually not intentional, I just have a deep love of wordz and an aversion to rulez. I sleep too much or not enough. I'm a smarmy bitch which is hilarious. I drink strawberry koolaid and way too much milk. I ♥ beef jerky (RJ made me tell you that). I smile when I'm angry because everything is funny and
...First, in the deserts and veldts arose oral culture, the culture of the spoken word.
Then in the cities with their temples and bazaars came the pictographs, and later,
symbols that produced sounds as if by magic, and what followed was written culture.
Then, in the universities and under the steeples of young nations, print culture.
These- oral culture, written culture, the cultures of print-
these have always been considered the great epochs of man.
But we have entered a new age. We are a new people.
It is now the age of oneiric culture, the culture of dreams.
And we are the nation of dreams. We are seers. We are wizards. We speak in visions.
Our letters are like flocks of doves, released from under our hats. We have only to stretch
out our hands and desire, and what we wish for settles like a kerchief in our palm. We
are a race of sorcerers, enchanters. We are Atlantis. We are the wizard-isle of Mu.
What we wish for, is ours.
It is the age of oneiric culture. And we, America, we are the nation of dreams.
~M.T. Anderson, Feed
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