i do not presume to be, i am...

difficult to say what hell's fury is compared to my own emotions... ever get the feeling you're hearing metallic sounds, like a door closing, like music out of a grain of iron, like my mind going epileptic from the insatiable lust for suffering reduced to unattainable fairlytales? i don't think i've ever told you that what i want out of life is the fairytale, the impossible, the surprise, the sweeping off my feet, the sparkle in the eyes, battling the bad guys to make me feel better, flowers for no possible reason when i wake up in the morning, my favourite songs one after the other, pick me up and dance with me in the rain or snow, romance me out of my consciousness and then pin me against a wall like you're out to destroy every bone in my body and drain life and thought from my soul.

i do not presume to be, i am... the most wonderful thing on the face of the netherworlds, i am dark and obtrusive, i am devious and scheming, i am jealous and mean, i ...well, i could do horrible things if only i didn't love everything around so much. the most horrible specter of my being is in so in love with this world, it can scorn, but never harm it. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds... it might seem ghastly presumptuous, but i have a photo of everyone when i first met them. i know the colours, i can trace the light and the shadows, i know the place and most importantly you were there... no idea where i'm going with this.