One part nihilist, two parts existentialist, a dash of narcisist and some flavorings of exobitionist. A heapful of pain and a spinkle of insane. Thats it, throw them in, you know it's all the same. Heart rinds and fractured minds, and black bloodied feathers running down my spine. Grind it all together to a mist so fine and take a deep breath, see what you find is a wisp of a soul, intangible to hold, flickering out of sync with a message to be told. Im that cheshire smile that see for awhile, a man of secrets, shadows, and sinuous style.

Im not a good man, but Im not evil either... I find it's hard to really judge by those means at all anymore, it's all to infractual. I float somewhere near enigmatic, close to obscurity. However, I find in facing the bleak reality of insignifigance in this life, I see the great potential of the ever changing futures. I tend to be good council for getting you what you want in life.. but everything has a price, and you should be sure what it is exactly you want, because I rarely do repeat business. I enjoy the darker things in life, cool breezes in the night caravanting about town pub-hopping, the sweet taste to a womans neck as it trembles under my lips. Yes, despite my pessimistic views on life I am still a silver toungued lover, but I find more and more its the lust and passion I crave, but let's face it, it never hurts to have too much of a good thing. Incubatea Follet, my friends... you all look so sweet.