Black Eye For This Black Guy.
When I was a child, my mother blessed me with the affectionate nickname of El Destructo, per my penchant for getting into her jewelry box and destroying her earrings and things.
If only we were to know how fitting the name would become down the line, as accelerating my own entropy (and often that of the flimsy, ingenuine spheres of interaction I've established) is all I truly care about, all I truly excel at... when we get down to it. Worry.
Trent Reznor is so dreamy.
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