Since both of my parents are Roman-Catholic, cattle-rustling, Hippie-hating, bleeding heart Republicans, I am the xenogenic spawn that they love to patronize. Their feelings of disappointment are openly reciprocated, and the only thing we have in common is their affinity for money-making; granted, they’ve supported my business plan to invest in and eventually mass market Never You Minds, but only because they know I will make billions for doing so. The money means nothing to me, Diary. You know that my goal to turn a profit is based on spreading the ingenuity of NYM…the world needs to know.
Anyway, I’m off to bed. I’ve got a big morning at the club—new alligator delivery for the foyer.
Johnathan Taylor Thomas
Found routine in Charlie’s soul
Although Frankenstein’s monster was technically xenogenic, the love he shared with his creator was untouchable and their differences only made them closer. For every back rub Dr. Frankenstein gave him, the monster reciprocated with a mind-blowing hand job…that is, until he saw his reflection in a pool, became self-aware and realized he was homophobic so he stopped.