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Lucas

About Me

I was born on a cold and wintry night, friday the 13th of december, 1985. I came out of my mother without a tear in my eye or a fear in my heart. For the first four years of my life i refused to utter a word, instead listening and developing my understanding of language and human relations in silence. A test was administered by a swiss doctor, Franz Von Klaus, to assess my IQ and guage my capacity for telekinesis, and i measured a 192 and a 41. The doctor, who had connected his own brain to mine during the administration of the tests promptly went insane, and as a result my family was forced to move from place to place, constantly on the run from both the law and the Swiss Confederacy of Genius Doctors. My father was originally trained as a pharmacologist, but due to his ousting from the Confederacy and his loss of access to the arcane components of his concoctions, he was forced to produce counterfeit money in many countries. Our main destination, and the city we most often frequented was Paris, where my mother worked as a lush-worker on the subway. I was schooled at the Lycee Cordet where I developed a stout dislike for authority figures and for and for state sanctioned learning. After a few months of boarding, I ran away and headed south, hoping to hit the french riviera and use my burgeoning skills as a con artist and thief to make enough of a fortune to flee to America. I ran into a band of gypsies, and was won over by their leader, Jean-Paul. He took me under his wing, and until the age of 18 I was schooled in the ways of the land and the tricks of the trade. One day, on a whim, i fled to the port of Marsielle, and boarded a ship. I lost track of time while stowing away in a box filled with strange pills and potions. I woke up a long time later, after being subjected to endless and terrifying dreams. How long I was asleep, I can not be sure. I opened the box and peered out on the smoggy horizon. I was in Australia.x. <a href="http://myspace.nuclearcentury.com" style="position:absolute; top:0px; left:50%; margin-left:-235px; z-index:9; width:80px; height:15px;

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My Blog

Organic Art

I think that art should be created without an intended audienced, it should be created for its own sake, and for the sake of the artist. It should be an honest expression of what the artist thinks "go...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 19:34:00 GMT

The Meaning of a Dream

The more I think, the less anything means.   I had a dream. We were in a room, no doors, no windows - the walls, roof and floor were of no interest. To my discomfort, you would not look...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 19:49:00 GMT

The Cosmic Trigger

Basically, as a mass, we trust whatever the rest of the mass tells us. We trust science, medicine, conventional politics and religion to guide us to safety and give us the correct understanding of who...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 21:40:00 GMT

A Remembrance of Things Past

As time passes i realise that all I treasure is already fading and all my hopes are simply illusion. With each moment i am hit by further realisation, and i mourn the inevitabilities of my exist...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 19:47:00 GMT