This stuff doesn't come in the flavor "tame," no. It bites! You think i'm some wishy-washy, black-clad intellectual? Effete? I spend my days mucking out the cages of brooding, ferocious ideas. That's some exotic shit! I can't tell if they like me or not, but that's not part of the job.

Obstinate animals! They eat my heart. But who needs a heart.

I mean sure, there are certain ones that will look me in the eye, that i'm proud of. That panther over there? He'll rip your head off. But ain't he fine? He was nothing without me. You won't find me pining in a garrett. I'm not gonna hobnob with the snobs. Fuck you! I've got a job to do.

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