As an objective truth, I am hated, despised, marginalized, shunned, misinterpreted, demonized, and feared – I am a unique mirror which can be gazed into but the reflection cast forth is one of dread, denial, terror, fear, stress, panic, insecurity, guilt, revulsion, confusion, collapse, alienation, withdrawal, and cognitive dissonance.
Born from above, I am not of the world, I am impenetrable.
I am bloodlessly and spectrally White, as death without decomposition or as a wraith, although I can blush bright red when it is warranted.
I do not drink alcohol. I do not take any recreational drugs. I do not take any pharmaceutical drugs.
My sexuality is a morbid abstraction.
I am not unalike to a German Shepherd or perhaps to a Wolf.
My vocal timbre is alike to that of a yawning cavern's.
My "style" can best be described as recently deceased.
The culmination and particulars of my existential pathways up to this point have been analogous to kissing death on the mouth.
Anxiously awaiting the fall of "Mystery Babylon" ...
