Some come to hate.
Some come to impress.
Some come to lurk.
Some come to hide in the corner.
Some come to stir the vapors and create chaos.
I say enjoy the music. Join the rhythmic thrust. Let the love envelope you.
May the trolls spring up like a flower and wither away; like a fleeting shadow, they will not endure. Do not feed.
The sirens offer themselves. Who among you will recieve their pleasure?
We may not be Atlas. We may not be Adonis. However we can offer much.
We can give what is wanted. Share with us, tell us your tales, share with us your song.
We have all been given such a rare gift. The gift of life. The gift of thought. The most precious gift of love.
I share with you all these things because there has been so many negative thoughts and so many negative things said of late. We can get along.
Or I will kick you the hell out of here. As long as I can anyway.