My IQ is 666, and it's a blessing and a curse. I have to pick it up and physically swing into the car lest I accidentally get it shut in the door--of my 2016 Mazda Miata.

No one understands me, and I'm an unrecognized genius whose works will be rediscovered millennia down road only to usher in a new golden age of technology, ethics, morality and amazing parties.

Today, everyone hates me, but it's okay I know they just don't understand. It's a tough job, but someone has to think about the future of the human race, progeny, existing outside of time, an unyielding dedication to truth throwing out all social conventions.

I used to be depressed about how special I was, until I realized I could lord it over people--which got boring fast.

Mostly I just am kind to the peasants or pit them against each other, use them to achieve my ends.

Most days I just try to get away from it all.

My home is a 12 story personal library, and I like to read 12 books at once, and I don't mean concurrently but rather stacked on top of one another, arranged in a grid like fashion, by my adjustable 12 book holder, corresponding with the 12 horns on my head.

Do I ever get bored, you may ask?

No, I mostly just think of the people 120 generations from now who will begin to understand my astounding brilliance and cumbersome body of work.

I wake up in the morning, and I piss excellence. Just focus on me. Do a car bomb every once in a while for the hell of it, piss some people off.

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