There is an idea that is me. There are things I do that make me seem real to even myself sometimes. Appearances are deceiving and I appear to be "normal" and healthy to what most people would consider an appropriate level. There is a heart in this body that pumps cold lubricant sometimes instead of warm lively blood. There is a little bit of what I want to be that peeks out every now and then and it astounds me at how it can make me tremble and fear thinking of what I can do and the extent that it could destroy my life. A human pretending to be a robot pretending to be a robot. How avant-garde. This robot needs to melt the tin man exterior and temper itself into something made from flesh and blood. A cyborg of sorts should be the theoretical outcome of this fusion. I'll become the man with the indestructible heart even moreso than before. The steel will become another layer of armour for this pour soul to protect against the world's indifference to kind and wholesome people looking for the proverbial "eden" in that one other soul. Nothing can knock me down. My strength is infinite. This monkeyfuck is immortal and neither "God" or Shiva can mess my day up. God damn I'm feeling emo. :P Kill me now and put the scarecrow in my place. He might be a little more interesting. But not as fucking groovy as me though. Hooooowaaaaaaaah!!!!