Shutting down this account.
If you know me, you should have my email or cell.
If you don't have either of these things and you feel like you should, ask me here...
It ends soon.I’m one of those weird gypsy people that you pass on the street and think nothing of.
I am John Doe…I hope. I don’t have a car, or a steady job. I work seasonally with some event companies…Work and money are very casual things to me. I worry more about integrity of art, about not selling out to some corporation that rapes the earth. I am not some free spirited hippy…but I often walk barefoot. I don’t do drugs, often…I don’t think that there is anything wrong with junkies, and stoners…they all make their choices, and they live with that...
I live my life the way I want to. Hopefully without some of the confines of America. I don’t have a TV…I don’t want one. Nothing on TV is worth a shit. I’d much rather read a book, take photos of pretty much anything, or cook dinner.
Myspace, is a tool…a horrible horrible addiction. That I wish I could shake…But its too easy to communicate with people this way. My people, my closest friends, they aren’t all within arms reach. Some are on a rock in the middle of the pacific. Some are in the military and some are 10 feet from me right now…So yeah, I use myspace, and myspace uses me.
What else…I am an event planner, photographer, head banger, screen printer, sarcastic asshole, drunk, Luddite, and occasionally push my body into strange states…just to see what happens.
I have a love of weird archaic and obsolete things…Technology, drugs, and philosophy…Absinthe, Opium, Black and White films, the dying art forms of a forgotten era. And I can rant and ramble on like a mother fucker.
