i have been for quite some time – but not as long as my years.
i’ve known many, and i’ve unsuccessfully strived to numb myself as much as possible. i am what i create. i am what i destroy. i am what i create from what i’ve destroyed.
there are no words in this paltry language to begin to describe what drives someone to exist solely to outlive another human being so that the former can one day urinate on the grave of the latter. this has been me for too long. i have allowed this to define me. V Stringman is the afterbirth of that.
love me. hate me. i really, truly, and honestly could care less. but regardless and above all else, listen to me.
now…what do you want to be?