
“I begin my daily routine by trimming my goatee to perfection with a blade whet by the spite I’ve accumulated over the centuries. I then exfoliate with a scrub containing the bitter tears of my fallen enemies and their futile endeavors to outwit me. My eyeliner is composed of the blackness of my soul. Naturally, as that blackness is darker than the moon’s shadows, and as I am a scientific genius, the contours are mathematically flawless. Indeed, my entire being, inward and outward, is a harmony of Phi, an ode to the Golden Ratio, an ineffably pleasing conglomerate of symmetrical forms. Form follows function, and my function IS fabulousness.”








