YOUNG SAVAGE

Then we engineered a wild reunion in a Berlin alleyway, While your New York Führer tore our universe apart.
I stole a cathode face from newscasts, And a crumbling fugue of songs, From the reservoir of video souls, In the lakes beneath my tongue, In flesh of ash and silent movies.
"I don't advise a haircut, man. All hairdressers are in the employment of the government. Hairs are your aerials. They pick up signals from the cosmos, and transmit them directly into the brain. This is the reason bald-headed men are uptight."
Mainly spend time at the moment saturated in photography, cinema and film; various social ramblings, musing/day dreaming, writing bits and pieces, doodling, music, learning guitar, and fiddling around doing bits of animation.
Have a rather fat pet rat called Bridget, she's amusing and happy making. Really open minded. Angst-ridden, chaotic, messy, dishevelled and fidgety; I like being left to drift around doing whatever I feel like. Self-proclaimed creative type, I don’t really sleep much and most organised activities feel like background noise.
Have lots of big red hair, green eyes and a mediocre amount of piercings (tongue, lip & multiple ears). I’m vegan and into the whole anti-vivisection movement and protesting, very strong willed and stubborn. Seem to be characterised by my black and red appearance, quiet burning anger, filthy old DM boots, and lack of caring. Bwhaha.
Bit of an academic roller coaster crash. Hopefully going back to college next year to study Film and Photography, again. Then hopefully ramble into becoming a photographer. I'd eventually like to get into film making though.
Photography:
http://flickr.com/photos/armchair_cannibal/