I am a fraud. But, who isn't?
Beneath my mask, I'm both Micheal and Lucifer. Mike gets more facetime because it's what helps me get through life; Luke lurks, his darkness' never far away—kinda like my bitch (or the other way round?)
Yes. I say nice things to you because I need you to root for me. Words like 'idiot' and 'moron' get thrown around only in my head, except when I'm trolling anti-Neck-cunt supporters. Try it. It's hells fun.
I digress a lot, but that's me being me. It's why I'm not doing TED talks, or at the forefront of anything worth mentioning in this day and age. I'm average. Well, really an average above-average person.
I hate my conditioning. I absolutely loathe the cliché: product of your environment; I'm so much more. A gazillion times better than what you see.
I despise myself for not being able to climb high enough to peer over the barricade, to see past my own limitations, and grasp the true reality of life.
One day, like the paper-ball analogy, I will transcend this 3D world and be one with the universe. I hope that doesn't occur only when I finally drum up enough courage to catch up with the Big (Wo)man upstairs.
I also love being obscure. You can't tell, can you?
I do it so you'll be interested, at least those of you who care.