At 28, my lack of success in the past, has make me a prophet of my future. An unsuccessful beggar's appetite, aches more than the hunger of a successful thief, and sleeping with my morality, offers no solutions to rich fields of moist soil laying barren. I will become the mash potatoes in your little boy hands when your mother is not looking. I will use your personal desires of pleasure, as you prepare my positions for your selfish satisfaction, so I can milk the most seed extractions. And when I am done with you, like you are done with me, we will both have what we wanted, and both be set free!