Pick Asidz: Flashes of Red

Brainchild: I know I'm being used all the time, yet I conform. To be humble is to be modest and not a space chimp. Sitting at this computer terminal is like my own version of a confessional booth. My heart goes into my inventions, much to the protest of people like my mother. Who deny themselves the luxury of the heartfelt. My father is like a used lollypop that got licked and kicked. I can't imagine a woman respecting me for my looks over my wit, yet they still do? My sister is so material, and I am such a quantifical quality hound...