there is an idea of a mr. babes; some kind of abstraction. but there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. and though i can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... i simply am not there.

there is an idea of a mr. babes; some kind of abstraction. but there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. and though i can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... i simply am not there.