Watching me, a man has to decide first if he can even catch me, and if he can catch me without getting hurt or hurting me.

 

Lately, I can jump up and grab the net.

Shirt says,

Say Hello to My Little Friend.

“Holy fucking shit.”

Holy fucking shit is right.

This site is where you can see my true reactions to the world around me.

It’s so obvious to people I live in a different world.

It’s interesting that I keep coming back.

Intraterrestrials. We live in tangible reality. But we go other places as well. And those worlds are just as real.

Don’t FUCK with my head. I only have so much self control before I fire back.

I’m hurting tonight, bro. One of the compartments is leaking.

People want me because I’m a mirror. They are really just looking for themselves.

In NY, that married engineer asked me if I would be able to get $10 million dollars if it meant that’s how much it would cost to do whatever I wanted and explore my full potential.

Why are people always trying to gauge my wealth?

It’s freedom. I’m telling you, it’s the freedom. I’ve accepted myself and life. But in terms of money, depends. On whether $10 million is the magical requirement, or if I could do it for less. I can probably do it for less.

I absorb people’s unconscious. But I can also mirror it back to them. You would be surprised how many people don’t even recognize their own reflection.

You want the tiger. But I am the wolf.