Karl Panzram
Karl Panzram, wasn't a man at all. He was a melted piece of clay, a wax figurine. A product of theater, a natural character actor by means of rough housing childhood and personal achievement. However, a victim of a failure, a theater major, a lead actor to be. Whatever Karl had, before his myth became fictional and conjecture, was stolen by a counter-intelligence aspirational actor, whomever they were. Karl Panzram was melted, something that normally destroys you when your very soul, your identity, is robbed by a future lead actor, but he himself was an actor, his interesting story attracting a fraud. A man with a little small town joke, a laoist, a cryer priest paper tiger (prounounced, 'louse', the term meaning the same in Asia), had claimed Karl Panzram's very soul. It was a cruel joke, on wherever Karl Panzram really fit in, from a man that had replaced his life with a little story book or news paper article or cartoon or radio program....