Don't misunderstand me. I like to get rough. I'm a stranger in a strange land. One day, a little girl was walking across a field in the strangeland. I peered closer at her. That little girl was me. I took her by the hand. She looked up at me with aspiration. I could see everything she wanted to be in me. I mean, she is me. But I walked her up to the porch of the castle and punched her in the face. She started crying and I liked that. So I hit her again. The more I hit her, the more manic and aroused she got, and I started to see my maturing face more and more prominently. The more I abused myself the more I saw my adequacy in the mirror. I'm up to snuff, so it's on to other people. I need people who can be me, so I can make love to my twin.