I wear a lunatic's grin. A permanent expression, it is etched across my face, notice the corners of my mouth sliced with razor blades. Look mom, I'm smiling again! Aren't you so glad? I can not frown. I CAN NOT FROWN. I like to sometimes... think about frowning that is. I'm also going to kill my father. I just never really liked him I guess. Oh well, not a great loss to this world. The world IS full of assholes... what difference will there be if I kill one. None, sadly. Maybe I'll detonate a nuke in my basement. Take out a whole bunch of assholes. They seem to congregate in Brantford for some reason. Hell hole. Oh well. I have to mow the lawn, I will do it in a homicidal fashion.