in haters' ideal fantasy world; there would probably be individuals variants here and there, of course but within pretty narrow limits. basically all wear the same clothes, talk the same way, eat the same food, listen to the same music. you see, they dont know that they're not making sense. they dont know that they put on bored faces, mirrors of minds dulled by repetition, always staring at people who laugh when there's no joke, dance when there's no music and show pitty when really they are amused. they dont know that they are confused admirers who cant understand why everybody loves you.



so for haters keen on what bizzare antic ive been up to; i dedicate all my social networks to you. feel free to stalk me here too (while my tweets are still unprotected). hate me, love me; have it your way. thank you for caring. smooches.