Bold and Creative, Truett seeks balance in all forms floating between the realms of peaceful stoicism and maniacal egotism. Obsessed with the human experience and the deeper troves of the human mind, he wades through the filth of society to reach its bile nougat center to consume and transform into figurative nonsense to expel into the universe for all to bask in their shame.

When he's not shoving hate speech back down propaganda slaves throats for them to choke on, he’s spending time with his cats, or hiking local trails.

Truett wishes to be seen by Cosmic Historians in the year 7000 as everything right with a man. As the words of Marcus Aurelius fade to nothing, Truism will consume the neckbeards of tomorrow as they horribly mistranslate his words, as is always done.