++ [ originally posted by Kaiser Franco ] ++
I live in the American Gardens' building, on West 81st Street, on the 11th floor. My name is Kaiser Franco. I am 27 years old. I believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on an ice pack while doing my stomach crunches. I can do a thousand now. After I remove the ice pack, I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower, I use a water-activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond balm scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herbal mint facial mask, which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an aftershave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then a moisturizer, an anti-aging eye balm, followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion. There is an idea of a Kaiser Franco. Some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me. It's only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel my flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense that our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.
I live in the American Gardens' building, on West 81st Street, on the 11th floor. My name is Kaiser Franco. I am 27 years old. I believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on an ice pack while doing my stomach crunches. I can do a thousand now. After I remove the ice pack, I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower, I use a water-activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond balm scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herbal mint facial mask, which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an aftershave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then a moisturizer, an anti-aging eye balm, followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion. There is an idea of a Kaiser Franco. Some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me. It's only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel my flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense that our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.
Is this made up?
