Bio: I feel suspended in time. Weightless. Deaf, Blind, Dumb. Senseless. I don't believe in beauty. I barely believe in reality. The only thing I can say for sure is I know exactly who I am. But I have no idea where I am going, or when my second wind will get here. I am lost and I don't want to be found. I don't care about your drama. I don't care about your 'god', I hardly even care to make the least bit of sense. keep your bullshit to yourself, because I don't have any and I certainly don't give a fuck about yours. I am fair, I hate everything indiscriminately and I will show you the same respect you show me. My honesty is painful, but don't expect me to tell you anything, I wont even pretend to be that self absorbed. Live your life, Ill live mine and we will all eventually die, will you be satisfied with yours?