I stay up late thinkin of new spells to cast on unsuspecting gentiles. My cave is where I dwell building evil, satanic fueled choppers. My debilitating disease "toohipnumonia" causes me to violently regurgitate when faced with too many hipsters. I want to make some gesture of apology, but am numbed by an overwhelming feeling of responsibility for now being captured too, and soon you, and in most likelihood having to endure the same circuitous fate as me.
My Interests
A sweet breeze of bog rosemary,moss,and coniferous trees with an underlying trail of diesel.
