A critic doesn't kill (as far as I know)

No, and a critic doesn't sleep. A critic doesn't floss her teeth every. Single. Day. A critic doesn't do the dishes until it's time to do the dishes, and if he does them before that time, she can justify doing them before it was their time -- ahead of their time, he'll say.

A critic has an endless capacity to have taste, which is endless. The end of taste coincides with the death of the tastebuds, which are actually located in little tiny hairs in the ears. (The buds through which your taste is formed.) But it all goes back to the brain, and, being a sponge above all other things, the brain can retain stuff, including former vibrations of tastebuds of the ear.

A critic doesn't make love, nor should anyone else. A critic can talk and talk and talk. A critic cannot stop talking. When she has ceased to talk, he is no longer a critic. ("Don't talk" is an anti-intellectual phrase; luckily Vanessa Hudgens has to talk to shut me up, which I won't, so we're both still in the game.)

I met a critic once. We sat in a bar, the upstairs bar (presumably the racist upstairs bar, as many upstairs bars tend toward racism; my evidence is anecdotal). We talked about critical things, while remaining relatively uncritical. If you put two critics together in a room, uncriticism happens.

I met a non-critic once. We sat in a bar, the downstairs bar (presumably the less-racist downstairs bar, as etc.). One of us talked about critical things and the other humored me. If you put one critic and one non-critic together in a room, criticism happens, but does it make a sound?

My professor tells me that this is not what he was saying at all. Not at all. So here I became a non-critic, and my professor was the critic, and criticism happened (criticizing my criticism) and it didn't make a sound (because I didn't tell anyone).

My friend tells me that his friend is a critic.

My other friend tells me that her other friend is not a critic, but that other friend has another friend who is a critic.

"Everyone's a critic" doesn't stand. "Everyone who is a critic is a critic" would have been safer.

I am not a critic, because I obscure things instead of revealing them. So many things, like what I'm wearing right now (what's it to you?). And what my hair color is (I don't know what they call that color). And what I think of the state of music. I am of no particular opinion.

My particular opinions: undecided.

My particular opinions: anagrammed. (PIOUS MARLIN PARTY COIN.)

Still hiatus, still etc.