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“To my unknown reader:

During the almost thirty years I have been alive, there has not been a single interest of mine that others shared or even appreciated. Ever since I was a little boy, such things as a job, a wife to marry, a house, appeared as tedious and alien to my nature. In the same manner, those activities in which regular people spend so much energy and time have never been a priority or even a goal to me. Paintings were the sole concern in my personal world, albeit not the “regular” paintings. I lived for the darkest, most macabre delusions to have been cast upon a canvas I could find. Many a year I spent attempting to replicate “Saturn Devouring His Son“, as well as “The Garden of Earthly Delights“.

This obviously led to me being shunned by the other kids; but…