Just a wondering wandering whack job waiting for the women who will never be won. Just somebody never seen soon enough to be sought out by seeking souls. The nihilistic nomad no one knew about thus naught was known about this nobody. Alas this avant-garde allows rejection and assholery to be laid upon him, amplely given to him by apparent asinine asses.
Never to give up, ne'er to give in, not to be destroyed, Nigh to succeed, not this be his way?