'I'm not a Sunday morning inside four walls with clean blood and organized drawers. I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests at night when no one else is alive or awake.... however you choose to see it and live in my own flames. Sometimes burning too bright and too wild to make things last or handle myself or anyone else and so I run.... run run run far and wide until my bones ache and lungs split and it feels good. Hear that people? it feels good.. because I am the slave and ruler of my own body and I wish to do with it exactly as I please'