I was reincarnated from a 60s rock groupie who took too many Quaaludes during a Hendrix concert and died in a euphoric state of unconsciousness. I live for fountain soda and pac man. I really don’t like normal people that much and do whatever it takes to not be around them for too long a time period...it might wear off on me and I might begin to bedazzle my vintage Le Sports Sac. I make art from my soul and couldn’t imagine a life without it. I wander galleries and absorb energies from artists work. I drool for inspirations and usually long to have chaos in my life so I might create from its downwind. I enjoy obscure 80s teen TV shows like Spencer (not for hire... the show with Chad Lowe) and Its Your Move. I’m always pulling up my jeans by the belt buckles. I love raw pasta. I hit my mom with her own car. I believe that the constellation of Orion is out to get me. I average a different car every year and a half. I have songs by Missy Elliot, The Cure, Kenny Rogers and the Godspell Soundtrack all on one playlist. I’ve kept a journal since I was 7 years old. I wrote my own comic book story, and it was good. I can paint but can’t draw. I keep a pen at my bedside so I write my dreams on my arms so I can remember in the morning. I write poetry but don’t consider myself a poet. I sing songs from the soundtrack of Streets of Fire in my shower. Scars and Tattoos are the visible roadmap of my life. My only addiction is thinking too much.

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