i live in my own ideal world, threw my eyes is all i see, i smile like a baby, but when i cry i feel two different beauties, love and hate. i'm more than a loving person. i have a family i see as a lasting boredum of peace and solitude. i'm in love with my baby girl, my dog princess, i want her to feel sex, in the pet. shes a queen. i see my face as a canvas, and i create a look everyday it is my art..i have a love for criminal behavior, i see a certian art in murder, its in a way of entetalligence, as well as the strength the victum has in the act. i imagen the worst possible situations; for the "if this happeneds" state of mind.