I am a consience in a meatsack, walking around on a floating rock in a galaxy named after a candy bar. I’m fueled by Red Bull and teenage angst. I am fragile, although my body is strong. The tiniest thing will crack my anatomy from the inside, until it spiderwebs through to the surface. My mind is a temple, defiled by rock music and bad TV programming. I could recite binary code faster than I could recite Shakespeare. I am unique, if unique meant one of maybe 3 other people that kinda look like me, except for the self-loathing and low self esteem. My greatest feats are someone else’s greatest failures. and all my fears are another’s desire.