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I am an artist. I am a pervert. I am a gentleman. I am part of the Transient Authority group, if you don't know what that is come to City Lights on Union street Saterday nights. I go to Viennagram shows and dance like a six year old boy trying to be serious. I honestly and truely love the Viennagrams and the world the have enveloped me into. I sell sex toys out of my trunk. I make horror and art films. I am a sick-o. I am a copper smith. I am a weathervanest. I am not a social outcast becasue society has outcasted from me. I am everything your Father ever hated inside himself. I am white trash. I probably don’t like you. I watch pornos for their artistic value. I am niahlistic. I am pure sex. I am a transvestite. I am sad most of the time but act goofy to forget it. I love to roll down hills. I like to read Nugget. I am full of hatred. I am real hardcore. I lie to myself to make life easier. I wear steel toed boots. I shave my head but grow mutton chops. I wear mini skirts and knee high boots. I like to go to providence to see art films. I like bringing new people into my world of viewing booths, dirty acts, serious films, and artistic perversion. I don’t care. I care too much. I fall in love too easily. I live on the edge. I do stupid boy tricks. I drive a blue chevy S10. I hate authority. I am authority. I could be considered emo, but all artist could be. I like to watch videos that I ask myself half way through why do I watch such filth. I collect VHS tapes, DVDs make me uncomfortable even though I collect thoughs too. I like to drive around and get lost. I hate to waste gas. I get jokes three days after their told. I am intelligent. I am a human being. I like the dawn. I write prose. I eat meat. I am meat. I like going to the beach, but everyone does. I like walking in the graveyard, but everyone who wears black does. I get excited when cops frisk me. I like violence. I am a gorehound. I have a tattoo on my arm of a harpooner with the words “A DEAD WHALE OR A STOVE BOAT” above it I want a tattoo of the American flag on my arse. I am tired. I feel unloved. I take photos. I eat weird stuff to make people giggle. I have a thing for sexual deviants,like, shemales, shims, BDSM, Whores, Sluts, Prostitutes & Perverts. I hurt myself and myself pride to make people feel better. I am Scottish pride. I am ashamed of myself. I am proud of myself. I wonder why. I hang out mostly with sluts. I can’t get off. I stay up at night thinking of things that make me hurt inside. I swerve to avoid road kill and man hole covers. I like slushiees. I hate my body. I take dirty pictures of myself in hopes that someday someone will love me and want to see them. I do not see the difference between porn and art. I am porn. I am art. I am not you. I have three peircings, one in my ear & both nipples. I live with my parents. I am poor. I am a working man. I like to play duck pins. I like to listen to music in foreign tounges. I stay up late doing nothing. I am lonely in a room full of people. I am original. I am cliché. I have a friend who I call Protestain Neil. I am me. I like banana boats but don’t order them. I like walking on Thaiher street, but would never in drag. I like the painting “The Boating Party”. I don’t get angry easily. I don’t like holidays. I don’t have fun on Halloween. I am the bad crowd your Mother has wet dreams of at night. I don’t apologies. I like leather, studs and chains in bed. I can’t stand moths flying around. I know if i go gay for pay my mother will still love me. I can read. I hate dolphins with a passion. I know no one really cares. I like skin head music. I like takeing surveys, but not posting them. I hold my urine so I get the feeling of great relief when I finally allow myself to go. I hate to do the things that make me happy. I like to go to building Ninteen and buy 19 cents Cubix stickers. I say “everything is ganna be alright” in my head when I get really bad in the head. I say “this is so uncool” when I get really nervous. I usually don’t have a sheet on my bed when I sleep. I don’t have many friends, but I got a lot of buddies. I want to do bad things, but I don’t do them because they are bad. I love the homosexual lifestyle. I can’t be what I want to be. I need some one to love, even though it makes me feel weak. I am a gentleman. I am a pervert. I am an artist. I have nothing more to say.