I'll probably drop the rare (frequent) cynical remark of a dying poet over the course of you knowing me given the hypothetical that such a thing breathes. "I'm my own greatest enemy." Give me a Pulitzer.
People seem to have this odd superstition that I'm nice, possibly due to the statistical sample I can access being reduced to those that believe I'm nice or simply because they have faith that my motives are nice. Whether or not I'm nice is still up for dispute.
No sapien has ever initiated contact with me without thinking that my constant warring analysis of myself and my universe against my seemingly structureless emotions were/are self destructively intense. I like to think that there's an instance of homogeneity, but alas:
In case you can't tell from how obviously pretentious I am, I'm a Liberal Arts Major, and I can be very intense (people usually love it or hate it).
Theatre! Philosophy! Film! These are things that interest me! Unlike many Liberal Arts Majors, I also am infatuated with astrophysics, mathematics, and space tits. Or astronomy, whatever. Colloquialisms! Slang! Urban terminology! Synonyms!
If these topics
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