Howie

I am the culmination of a million cells that rage against the infested world of materialism and the globalization of the human identity. The chaotic synchronization of thousands of emotions, embodied in a watery abyss of organs and blood. The failed attempt of luck and the product of hundreds of misfortunes, that have taken place before I can not remember. I am the epidomy of a hypocritic idealology of the cognative presence in time and space. A peaceful fight with my concious and the raging silence with morals. I am a mess...