Picture this- old afternoon glaze in the lovely, dark and deep woods. I just remember a promise I'm meant to keep. The promise to tell you facts (did I make such a promise? Ah, well, I...)

THE FACTS-

# The fine lines between reality, dreams, hallucinations; truth and lies, are a bit blurred in my case. I mean, sure- I know which is which. But you don't. I could tell you but... all in good time. I just wanna say that this is my piece of writing. 'Course I'll exaggerate. 'Course I'll twist things to be in my favour- to make me look better than I actually am. The books you usually read aren't like that. They give you facts. I don't. I give you little puzzles. Twisted ones. That's cause I'm from Mars. Martians do that.

# Knock, knock. Who the fuck are you?

'You- the person or people being addressed.'

When I say 'you', I mean you I'm not talking to myself. I'm talking to you. The reader of this shit.

# I lie. I don't deny it. I lie a lot. Maybe I'm lying right now. Maybe I'm just a sixteen year old lying on my bed, writing about someone named 'Zero', synonymous with 'me'.

Maybe I killed my 'accomplice' and gave you a wrong account of what really happened. Or maybe you did. Did you kill him? Do you know who you are? Do you know what you are? You don't.

The thing is- you can't do anything. You can't tell my lies from my truths. You can't believe me. Cause I don't believe you. The only thing you can do is stop reading. Which would mean that I win. As I always don't (get it?).

Yeah, I'm a maniacal, twisted, lying asshole.

You feeling angry yet?

You're fucking dust, and I don't give a...

Sorry, I just got really angry. For reasons I wouldn't tell you now. Or ever.

# I just had to let it out. More facts on this road less chosen by.

You still hanging on? If yes, hurry up.

We've got some killing to do.

I bet you believe me.

I'm the only one you can believe when lost among the words in these pages.

And I'm the only guide to this infinity.