On Tuesdays I ride the skies in a golden chariot pulled by a swarm of winged demon-caracals and kill alien bigfoot androids by playing mad riffs on a guitar made from dragon tears while the ghost of Shakespeare narrates my awesomeness to my army of gothkawa concubines.
I have T.S. Eliot's "The Wasteland" tattooed on penis. Plus I have his original footnotes on my scrotum. If you get a microscope you can almost read it.