Smash

I am the most interesting person you'll ever meet, and not because of any place I’ve been, because of any intellect I’ve adopted, or because of any decorated conversation you might’ve had with me. I am unlike anything you have ever seen, and it has nothing to do with the dye in my hair, the tattoos on my skin, not even the divine, delicate silks containing my personality. I can see right through you.
Because of my decency, I learned to love everything about the concept of Zero and the ideas surrounding Pi. The physics of aviation and Jack Kerouac followed the art of moderation. I even read the Di Vinci Code to gain kudos at the local Starbuck’s, yet I still disdain your dizzying, conflicting opinions concerning our nation‘s policies. Not everything can be solved via third parties, unlike the countless debates on how you should degrade yourself within the general public.
I am something original and distinguished from any three-ring human infection. I can double click on life and “control + alt + delete" my way into your mind. All of my carnal fears and aspirations perfectly intact, every single regret tucked perfectly within my conscience, never to be seen or heard from again. Regression, my only real problem.