Narrative blows.

Yeah, you heard me. I just decided I hate narrative. I hate everything about it. I hate watching it, I hate reading it, and I especially hate writing it.

[peeweehermanvoice] This happened, then this happened, then this happened, then this happened! And the moral is... [/peeweehermanvoice]

Man, **** you. That's dumb.

Time and space are illusory. A single instant contains eternity and infinity.

[I just got up and used the bathroom. I'm back now, though.]

There's magic everywhere. A story is not necessary. Just let the magic talk.

There's a baby girl giving birth to an old hag.

Oh! Hey! A butterfly!