My usual self

I'm sarcastic.

I'm always smiling, even when I'm sick of you, or the world.
It was hard to taught myself how to pretend to be furious.
I'm a little neurotic, ummm, strike the little... I am a neurotic.

I can hurt with words, I do not need my hands, neither my feet, to do that.
Well, I use my teeth, but just for a correct phonetic pronunciation.

I enjoy music, even when I don't know who sings or what type it is.
I'm always thinking about stuff. I consider myself an elegant, creative, damned and tortured mind (hey, hey... remember the sarcasm?)

I'm a sex starved fiend. I'm not easily satisfied.
I like to write, even when I don't consider myself a writer. But... what's a writer in these days, anyways? There's no real need anymore. Formulas have been invented and the average guy could write a novel.

To be a genious of literature... well, you have to be a genius with great publicity.

I'm a bastard, in a literal sense.