I've made it through my third life crisis (I figure there's no way I'll make it past 90) and am still reaching for the lowest stars I can while the sky is falling down all around me. I believe in revolution, but don't want to be a part of some nutjob underground so I just keep it to myself mostly. My slow-go novel, Zombie Work Week, is a dream tied up in a semi-autobiographical package and is what I feel is one of my finest undertakings, though the process is much more tedious than i had expected. All the rest is nachos and bricks and hair and bruises and nature and cloth. and drawings.
Current Residence: Detroit
deviantWEAR sizing preference: extra large
Print preference: woodblock?
Favourite genre of music: folksy, punksy, hipsy-hopsy
Favourite style of art: post-expressionist
Operating System: windows 7 (and i wish 7 ate 8)
MP3 player of choice: the kind that would have me as its owner
Shell of choice: shell of a man?
Wallpaper of choice: schnauzberry, but only if it tastes like real schnauzberries
Skin of choice: human flesh?
Favourite cartoon character: brendon small