a very, very, very long time ago on a planet called E Arth was a boy who used to copy the images of his comics until he grew a brain. ideas started to form from this "brain" and he drew them. they pored forth from his head onto the tip of his mechanical pencil and he put them to paper. he drew demons, devils, green men and women, animals, more demons, naked girls, and anything else his demented mind could conjure. he drew until he was actually quite good at it but then he died while watching pornagraphy. not really. i pretty much just draw whatever is floating around my noggin and i sometimes use the photos i take for inspiration. personality wise, i'm a little weird but mostly in a good way. i mean, everybody eventually wants to try and eat another human, right? i hope it doesn't taste like chicken. if it does then i'm sure a little seasoning and spices should fix that. a lot of little things bother me but i still manage to be somewhat easy going. i don't like to hear people laughing when they are behind me because i think they are laughing at me. i also don't like to hear my heart beat because the more that i am aware of it the more i fear it will stop. i don't really see a lot of good in people so i find it hard to care about others. i don't have many friends and don't really feel that i need any. all i need is some peace and quiet.....and porn...... and sex. oh yeah, i also need anime, movies, and video games but not people. well, maybe some of my family, i guess. i mean, they seem to be all around me so it is hard to avoid them. if i turn a corner, there they are. is it my fault that the corner leads to the living room where the family hangs out? i don't want to see them but if i close my eyes i might run into a couch or the wall and boy does that hurt.
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