My name is XXX3X and i am an alter ego. My chest feels tight with information and often i crave to talk my life with something. Maybe i will share some gossip-like data here.
America, America commericial America. Oh how i wish. Looking up at a star wishing i was in Manhattan living as a busy ant. Obsession or passion ran through my virtual mind.
I'm so methodical in my academic approach. I really strive in a systematic way. My brain has been unfairly tortured in an almost demonic manor. Unpleasently created in a specific way ensures my patterns of behaviour are systemed into a regimented line, just to achieve.
The word heart. What is a heart. Is it a commercial annotomical 'thing' or is it a virtual picture intertwined with the media? Do we have a heart, or are we all doomed into fierce fear of dying alone?
At the moment, lyrics are meaning everything to me. I often enjoy being mellow; perhaps it is my way of switching channels to a function on almost little-existance.
I like third person dreams. It helps me to put items of life in a vivid colourful representation.
I am a product of pragmatic. I have been created in society as a functional number.
My old clothes don't fit like they once did.
Confrontation, aggresion and passive anger.