Nervous Why? What is it that makes me so angry? I have no identity. I am special I hate what makes me special. I want to be like everyone else. I work too hard to be the same. I am no different. I am no man. I am not a child. I am a soul. Nothing more. Troubled. Repeat. The spam of my mind. Add some heat Fried spam. Spam.
THE CHASER'S MANIFESTO 