Skazzwog Defiance Strikeforce ringleader. Got an internal meringue that's stylistically challenged. I'm mangled and sanguine. Hesitantly partisan, like a malingering peezleslaw with a semblance of imagination. Overacceleration of mental vibes. Byxsquatch desensitized. Oh, and uh... plorple nurps? Duwonatod. Also, I'm a 17 year old male human, who's mildly clever, and interested in writing the New York Time's next bestseller, with an affinity for nonsense that almost borders on Lewis Carroll-esque sans the whimsy. And my hair is pretty nice. That's about it. Flanawan pip-drooble! (BTW, I'm not on any medication, I'm just already wired like this.)