"I bear true and an existing witness to this barrel of monkeys. A self proclaimed immoral success, perfected by each whereof individually deadly and equally so and spread about the surrendered troops, for even thousands of miles will not tear apart their communication, or the lack thereof. Vultures, liars, thieves, each proclaim their innocence in no suggestion or rhyme, your weapon is contained in the wrecking of the keeping the desired effect. The breaking of the spirit of what was once a whole being. Your weapon is guilt, your weapon is guilt, your weapon is guilt. Guilt."
Interests
Composing music and playing jazz and writing very strange stories. c: