My English professor talking about Blake's poem "Milton" in class...

"The world of Generation is eating, fucking, and shitting. We're just animals. It's about transmitting DNA and after that who cares?"

On a completely unrelated note, my hair looks like a lion's mane, my skin is like a crocodile's, my face is like a turnip, and the rest of me is like a popsicle. I feel pretty. Three cheers for winter.