Not very meaningful

I was just sitting here, waiting for the rest of my Dexter episode to load, when for some reason, I have no idea why the thought ever even occurred to me, but I decided to look over my should and out the window.

I'm rather glad that I did, because I saw this:



It seriously took my breath away.

I ♥ New York.

Crazy!

So recently I've discovered a new love:
Showtime's acclaimed series, Dexter

This guy is amazing:



I mean, forensics specialist in blood spatter with the Miami Metro PD Homicide Division by day, a vengeful serial killer by night.

He's hollow, empty, emotionless, only pretends to live like everyday people, he doesn't understand what can motivate them to care about others and why they experience things other than rage. He kills not because there are people out there who should be exterminated, but because that's who he is and he cannot seem to stop. At least that's how it is by the beginning of the second season, so if you've seen more recent episodes, don't tell me what happens! Or I'll kill you.

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