if writers were superheroes words would be their villains

Knowing can be a hard thing to master-- i've seen many a pupil fail. the long words, the limit of biolelectrical impulses, the blinding fluorescent light that is "self overcoming." but of all the terrible monsters that lurk in the mind and rip apart Knowing before it is even known Telling is of the most awful lot. Telling is soot and tarp-covered quicksand. it presents itself the harmless creature with a broken wing. beware the broken thing at any cost or else the Telling will latch itself to you-- sucking out the Knowing and the Living until Sanity flees from your mind, a refugee, and you are relabled by society "the writer."