Andsled

I was born and raised on Steel River.Just because I burned my bible baby - it don't mean I'm too sick to pray.Never rub another man's rhubarb.Here I am, brain the size of a planet and they ask me to take you down to the bridge. Call that job satisfaction ? 'Cos I don't.It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want.You know, I'm no art critic. But I know what I hate.My brain - it's my second favorite organ.Ladies, hate to disappoint, but my quota for women who bug the bejesus out of me has been met for the next billion years.Up until now everything around here has been, well, pleasant. Recently certain things have become unpleasant. Now, it seems to me that the first thing we have to do is to separate out the things that are pleasant from the things that are unpleasant.We have to cure ourselves of the itch for absolute knowledge and power. We have to close the distance between the push-button order and the human act. We have to touch people.