Really, i can’t blame more than 14-15 years of emotional frustration, sexual inhibition, and maybe two of twenty odd twitches on my parents. i mean to be honest, from about 7 onwards i lived in a world where they were too stupid to understand that my brother was going to live forever. We knew by then i was going to fuck up and die, i've always loved beauty, beauty: truth, besides there's something all wired wrong inside me. My truths have never seemed to exist.