I have come to the realization that I have not actually written anything on my profile page and that that means that, virtually, I have no identity. Between the initial reaction of "Well, that's just awesome and enigmatic," I also realize that it's not very friendly of me. So:

In summary, I am a writer. I hardly ever take my subjects seriously, except when I really take them seriously, and then it's like I'm bathing in a pool filled with angst, which I do not like. I prefer to fill my pools with jello, because it's brightly hued, springy, and, if you push them off of a window sill, you can trap your enemies within it and laugh maniacally as you pour yet more gellatin over their incapacitated persons. I'm morbid with an overactive imagination that is mostly preoccupied by plots for world domination and/or multiple assassination, which also means that I fall prey to any and all comic books and well-written mysteries. I sometimes wax poetic and am constantly in search of the perfect word. I also like my stories to be musical in some way (Bollywood? Sometimes.).

I despise Mary-Sues and improbable situations, which usually leaves me damning my own work. But I attempt to keep both Mary-Sue and improbable situation full of humanity and psychological disturbances/ flaws, which are fun. And angsty.

I hope to leave the audience simultaneously enthralled and unsatisfied, like bittersweet chocolate or marzipan, but I have yet to perfect this technique.

Pictures of characters/situations are welcome, but will never be drawn by self, as is self-indulgent.

Hmmm...

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