My name is Kinkersnick, here are some parts which may or may not constitute my story:

I was not born in the scattered sunlight of a moist jungle floor, raised by jaguars and befriended by the sylvan spirits before being driven out of my illustrious home by organic miscreants commandeering inorganic forces.
I was not thrown into the world with a moustache and a Batchelor's degree, but acquired them later at absurd expense to the delicate interior of my face.
I have not been peddling anything, to anyone, ever.
I am as much victim as captain of this ship, this flesh, this destiny, this karmic scooter.
I confess a great interest in the transmitters which render this illusion possible, and occasionally probable.
I am particularly struck by the importance of the plant-based transmitters which facilitate parts of this spectrum usually unseen.
I enjoy licking icecreams.
I have love for all of you.
Hyperpeace,

Kinkersnick

this is beautiful

It is beautiful indeed! I like your way with words. Feel free to do a part 2

Oh and, welcome to the Nexus!