Zach

A man who generates sheer epic fucking history. A man that will, and by no intention, influences the wind to gust at extremities higher than the potential velocity of an asteroid striking the earth with terminal impact whilst anything and everything else stirs with nothing more than the speed of a flutter created within blinking an eye. A man that strides down the street with unrivaled confidence, sometimes only obtainable after zaching the night away prior, that the surrounding population of passerbyes are compelled to participate in the act of throwing themselves towards oncoming traffic (if none around, enticing on a one-night stand with the nearest base of a man-hole) as the result of an entire lifetime of perspective shifting so dramatically they can no longer bear to struggle the combustion of internal conflict encompassing their every thought. Conflict created with the disbelief that one man can exist with such refined elegance, such vast and seemingly infinite knowledge. That one man can bend the very essence of 'being', solely with his power of will, to whom otherwise would be inconceivable and thus driven to insanity in attempt. That this one man, can possess such polished and divine character, with unparalleled tenacity that one could only describe with the predicate of magnificence, all the while his watch is keeping incredible time.