Mereana Aelsklinça Duirbechmini

"There is no home, there is no friends, there is no enemy. They thought blue and red meant R&D sandwhich but it is merely another edition to the game of 'Palestine and Israel'." Sell your life to dogs or die a dog, that is the philosophy coined to Mereana A. Duirbechmini.

He is a metal-tongued embodiment of grimdarkened Gurdjieffian school and the twisted phantom of revelation about the knowledge of the darkest obscurity of the past and future. The ultimate Beelzebub's advocate.

He is not evil, but internally cursed from birth.

His facial expression diplays a vernacular mock of contempt and sways your face with spit of utter disgust. He does not play your dear games, and is in fact more in control of you than you are in control of him from Day One. You cannot underestimate him, and he will absolutely rip the fuck out of your brains with refuting a point to everything you state, because you're nothing but a three-brained muggle. You could never even put him lower than you, he is a very sly boy. His grins and rumination of lunacy are scarier than a Rothschild's.

But everyone shits on his excentricity and he prefers to remain lonely than loosey.

Some say he is either a mad genius, a prophet or an incarnated demon.

He is only a reptilian shapeshifter.

"I can provide profound and truthful explanations for other people's questions, but they keep answering themselves with defensive lies as if they wanted to keep that guilty little faith of theirs from fear of losing their sense of safety. Pulling that kill switch creates a confusion between judging the importance and meaning of our outside necessities versus what we are meant to be, and the only way this can be fixed is by listening inward, how funny. All the commotion for the gain of a formless, nowhereland 'meaning' that we forge for ourselves, separate from objective reality. Any king is a professional of the sport. The youth keeper did blasphemy; so therein all is sure ill. This is the purple pill, the sulfur of hear-woe. You can hear, but not see, and woe of expense. The scars keep burning"