There is an idea of a Golpe_de_Strelitzia; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there. I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.

My super power is... almost everyone smiles at me.

Nondum amabam, et amare amabam... quaerebam quid amarem, amans amare. - St. Augustine

Just another girl that wants to rule the world - Any time or place. And when she gets into your head, You know she’s there to stay.

Still the same girl alot of ppl know and wish they didn't know.