Emotionless, save one. Lustless, save none.

Still Awesome.

Sad enough to say that alone I can barely light a match. But together we can burn this place down.

Wasn't the case barely a month ago. I can take on the world (though hard) while laughing hysterically. Now, I don't know. I.. need her.

I have.. changed.

I am 0.0(add as many zeroes here)1% human now.

Almost lost it when bloody C₁₉H₂₈O₂ took over and won. Briefly. A providential and timely act of vehement volition from her saved us. Saved her. From me. I only wished I was as virile. Apologies in repeat. Forgiveness given. A benign being as always. Swore, yes, swore, as in, oath, not cursing, to Perfection and myself; "This will never happen again."

Thoughts of getting rid of my- no. Then I, we, can't have kids. Hah. So, no. I.. extricate(?) the concupiscence and venereal appetite instead. For now at least. Which I never knew was possible.

Anywho, was contemplating on writing something that would irrefutably incite Mr.Cliché and Mr.Cheesy. (Read: "Aww~ So sweet~.", *melts*, et ceteras.) So, no. *Coughs* It deserves its own post *Coughs*

I'm done.
Afan.