me? i am what i am and i am not like any other, i have a taste for the extreme, i tend to take things as far as they will possably go and further still. no matter the subject it can always get dirtier, more bizzar, beyond over the top. what is the point in going half way or stopping where someone eles decided was as far as we can go, i say we make our own choices, stop there if you like but believe it is fact you can go so much farther, whats the point in not trying it, you only have this one chance right? i am commonly accused of being the personification of the idea of genius hingeing on insanity, but is it maddness? i think not, simply the desire to travel intellectual or phycological paths less or not taken. and who can stop me? when it all comes down i can hide behind any kind of person you could imagine, ive spent my life studying, researching and reading people, ive told people things about themselves even they didnt know, or didnt admit to themselves, i can appear to be anyone and anything yet always behind these magical cursed eyes of mine i am me, always the same, ever alone, eternaly malaficent, driven into darkness by societies unwillingness to accept who i am, you made me a monster, now deal with it, i do.