I want to rant.  I want to vent.  I am so **** intense and very few people know it. 

I am a great **** ally if you treat me well.  One day the whole **** world will know who I am. 

This is my forte.  Writing.  I love it.  It loves me.  When my computer feel my hands press against its keyboard, it explodes in ecstacy.  I am king of my own world.  

I love to shock people with words.  My main objective when I write is to keeep you up at night.  Thinking about what I wrote.  Thinking about me.  I want to blow your **** mind.  

My mind accelerates at very high speeds.  I hate myself because of it.  Sometimes I explode with such intense **** that I cannot even think straight.  Makes me want to pull my **** hair out strand by strand.  It wouldn't be fun if some sort of pain wasn't involved.  

I want to leave a legacy of what I have done to those who love me.  Even my fans, who may never even get to meet me. 

The stories I create will always keep me alive, even after I am consumed by the earth....So I will never truly die.