IcyIgnorance

Salutations, Earthens. 

I tend to play with emotions, murder weapons, and words. 

I regret to inform that I've stopped caring for reality quite a while back. 

This metaphysical realm is naught but a fragile prison, containing our tortured minds. 

Fortunately, I'm on parole. 

Unfortunately, my mind remains trapped in its own continual struggle against its own chaos. 

The conductors for my trains of thought tend to abandon them pretty quickly. It's a wreck up there.