The Id. That place tucked away beneath your subconscience where all the nice fluffy parts of you die. The placd where monsters live, where angels fear to tread. Here I will take you on a tour of my id, the deep dark I do not share with the world. perhaps you will find a kindred spirit, one that makes you understand that your not alone in those naughty dark thoughts in your head here you can let them roam free. No one gets hurt and no one judges. enjoy.