Ladies and gentlemen:
Come one, come all for a truly bizarre spectacle to behold before your sick and feeble eyes, I show you a creature beyond your wildest imaginations. His thoughts would chill you, his spine is empty of any mammalian fluid; his heart, black as ice. Behold the illustrious, yet surprisingly meek spirited, Dom Brazzale!
I will tell you a tale that can shock you, this beast has the capability to repel any female spirit into utter disgust. No matter how much he seems like the dark, sensitive type, he will out and shock you with pure unbridled lack of sentiment. One moment an egotistical, paranoid, jittery insomniac; the other, a smooth talking, cool tongued houndog with a knack for social etiquette. A rebel without a cause, sometimes he will think inside the box because the space outside of it has already been taken.
Clap your meaty palms together for the next fiasco he is about to perform as the almost famous artist clamouring for the attention of the drunken flattery of incoherent party goers. "you will be famous!" They scream. Fame is no fortune when shared with the drunken buffoons and their empty pockets. Ah, woe is me when I realise that at it's essence money is the fame, money is the power. If only my mind could have the capabilities of my greedy, sweaty paws.
Watch closely my captive audience as his gauntly tall presence in the room; disappears. You women don't deserve me, you deserve a more stable, changeable man.
*poof* I am gone!
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