Before you go any further you should ask yourself: "Can I take a beard that big?" If the answer to this was no then you should try to go find yourself some pretty manboy that wont question his masqulinity, not that I'm completely masquiline, Hell; I've worn dresses before, and I hope you can appreciate my mentioning this fact. Only a man that's worn makeup can truly see the scope of his sexuality, and believe me, I've walked down some scary backroads in my own mind. My views on society: Listen to this experiment. There is a group of 6 monkeys with one ladder in the middle of the group. There is also a banana dangling at the top of the ladder. Everytime a monkey goes for the banana the 5 others on the ground are sprayed with cold water until the monkey on the ladder is pulled down and beaten by the others. This repeats until all of the monkeys have been beaten. Now the monkeys are replaced one by one with monkeys that have not been sprayed. The new monkey goes for the banana and is beaten. More new monkeys are cycled in until all the monkeys are new (meaning they have not been sprayed with the water) yet the same thing happens even though none of the monkeys can even recall the original impetus for the beatings. This is called tradition. This is how religion works. I am not christian(although I once was) and cannot be christian anymore thanks to the fact that I soon after studied egyptian religion, and more importantly the god Horus. I wont go any further into this. If i'm anything it's subgenius. Now for some other stuff. I have a very obsessive fetish with corsets and stiletto heels, dont let this be too overwhelming. I love a powerful woman that wont be afraid to punish me if needed. I am also a ghost hunter when I can be. Truthfully I know more about dead people than I do living. I am not goth. I AM NOT GOTH. Never will I be called goth. I have many black shirts, and sometimes I go onto myspace to write angry blogs and haiku, but who doesnt, right? And if any ladies out there are looking for money, well.... I dont have any, and I dont ignore this fact. I'm a secondhand person, I go to thrift stores, and garage sales. I dont just wear things, I wear the HELL out of things. One more thing. I am no prince charming, if i had to give myself a fairy tale type of connotation I would have to say that I am more like the troll that's always under the bridge (I'm as hairy as one) that lets people p; not for a toll, but for a good, thought provoking idea. No amount of kissing can help this frog get any prettier, if anything it would just produce an awkward silence that would take a while to dissipate. There was this guy, his name was huygens, and he happened to notice that by putting two pendulums together that were out of sync and then leaving them for a month they were able to synchronize eachother, this also happens with biological sysems (like humans) so the questions that should be asked are A) Could you stand the idea of synchonizing with a person such as I? B) Would it be OK if a scientist were to monitor this synchronization? and C) How should the book deal be split?