There are some things that are hard to explain. The smell of rain on a hot day. The touch of boobs. That feeling of waking up before they stop serving breakfast at McDonalds. Words do not do them any good. Not even onomatopoeia. No, this shit is way out there.

Have you ever seen someone try to explain the beat to a song using words?

Nope, sorry, can't place it.  Try different syllables.  What's worse is a dubstep wobble (wub wub wub WUB wub).  I'm sorry, all songs in that particular genre go like that.

Humans have an innate ability for language.  Except me.  I'm really bad at explaining things, even if they are actual concepts rather than random abstract thoughts like the ones above.  If a normal explanation of something is Wikipedia, I would probably be directions for a folding chair from Ikea.  In Swedish.  Using Morse code.

Oh silly me, there's no words on Ikea directions.

Which is why I don't explain things.  Especially here.  I tried it.  It was bad.  It wasn't funny.  But that's only because I was actually trying to make sense of it.  This is what happens if I don't:

So uh, the internet is a big series of tubes, and it holds information.  And like your put porn and pictures of cats in it.  Then people laugh at you and call you faggot.  But it's ok cause you're anon and they can't touch you.  Anon are pretty cool guys.  They control the internet.  Which is a big series of...

Yes, that's pretty much how I talk.  Except in real life it would be way spaced out.

Like this.

And all broken up.

Really bad story.

Bro.