am i the person i believe i am, or the person others taught me to believe i am? my name is william machiavelli. i’m the suicidal prince. i’m not here to teach you about evil. i’m here to expose how quickly you call something evil just because it’s different. sometimes i play the villain on purpose — not because i worship darkness, but because i want to test your perception, your judgement, your need to simplify what you don’t understand. this reality is liquid. or maybe it’s your perception? a ruler who behaves like a saint in a world full of wolves will get destroyed — and i learned that the hard way. people don’t judge what’s true, they judge what they see. image is power. i don’t believe in cruelty for entertainment. i believe in control — over impulse, over chaos, over the weak parts of myself that used to bleed tears. there’s no good or evil, just functional parts. welcome to my life, this isn’t a show. i present life — nothing specific. my anti-art lives between chaos and control, built from imperfections and individualism. i turn pain into vision. my experimental texts and anti-poetry reflect my own life, but they are also reports — fragments of what happens in the world around us. i don’t try to be hated. i don’t try to shock for its own sake, or to be controversial or offensive. i don’t worship evil. everybody has a presentation. mine is about becoming a better person — not being ashamed of who you are, not being afraid to look back, to self-reflect, to admit mistakes, to overcome yourself. block me, unfollow me, delete me, report me — i don’t care. every morning i wake up and think, “fuck… i have to do it again.” another day, another mask, another performance so others feel comfortable. it’s exhausting. i’ve tried to end it many times, but life doesn’t let go that easily. somehow, i learned to accept myself — truly. they have recordings, pictures, videos, screenshots of me at my worst. i’ve done terrible things. i was in pain, reckless, impulsive. but my future is not defined by my past mistakes. still, i’m ready to face everything. i’m gonna set fashion, i won’t follow. i’m gonna spit vitriol, i won’t swallow. bring the cross and turn it upside down, and turn me inside out. i’m broken, but i don’t want to be fixed. use your personality. control it. don’t be toxic or malignant. stay confident, sharp, strong, strategic. take risks. overcome yourself. and to those who copy and share my content in pathetic group chats: you are nothing more than a discarded audience, a reflection of your own irrelevance. success isn’t only measured by how many people like you, but also by how many dislike you.