Words are such small things, like confetti in the brain, and yet they are color and clarify everything, they can stain the mind or warp the feelings. - Diane Ackerman
Hate is strewn like confetti by the fear-fueled, specious, tiny- dicked (or un-tender) vacuous dictators, of any gender, whom never knew true love, only sadism. They ALL need some good pharma. - Elizabeth Lucye Robillard