I enjoy frolicking under the full moon of estrangement while serenading eccentrically hand in hand with Loki. No one can possibly fathom the amount of passion I have for the profound concept of geographical location, and world domination. Do believe me when I say that color is strictly overcome by individual perception, and everything you knew and once loved is built upon sociopathic desires conjured up by political conspiracy.
When I am not throwing designer shoes at those who dare glance in my general direction, I am usually found stowed away in my corner planning your demise to nauseating Korean pop music. I care for only the wondrous simplicities that life has to offer me, while I am incessantly swallowed up by my own surreal fantasies that consist of a legion of Kats. There's also the other remote possibility that Loki and Toshiya are floating around in there somewhere whilst being carried to victory on pink unicorns, but such details are debatable.