Ever gotten all arsey over your methods? Savored each completed work as a trophy?

You are rightly an outcast in society, but there is an urgent need to be accepted.

Up all night perfecting your work of art and in a hurry for the world to see it, to witness and hail your moment of glory.

How does it feel to be someone you are not, or worry about whether your tracks are covered?

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