Hum, well, let's see. I chase dreams like the kid you can catch but always let him "surprizingly" get away. I can loose myself in a bowl of pudding, and find after it's mystery it's the one consuming me. I love to shake mah shit, and try my best not to fall on to many people in the moves. I create with more worry than the paint I spread. I ride a 200cc Dragon of love, named Clarice. She guides me in the darkness, especially in mayhem. I work for the devil, his indusry is advertising. I bite my nails, only 5'10 and gassy. I drink with the same passion as I try not to drink. I had sugargliders named Boston and Macy. I can't start anymore sentences with "I".
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