the difference between myself and a madman is that i am not mad- Dali
oooooh this thingy is kinda like facebollocks.
I guess i could be a geek and say im a complex carbon based life-form with a species category namely human, but instead i shall introduce myself as an artist. A painter of the personal odd if you will, which, let me explain is a life-form far more intricately quirked than a surrealist answer to the meaning of their very existence. My soul and body is everything and nothing with 100% grey matter between. we ask what is the meaning of life but should there be a found meaning or should we just accept the seduction of our minds upon this enigma? I guess in a way no one will ever know me, not even i. there is no true me. There are mere behavioral patterns which have correlations yet there is always a chance the pattern can be distrupted. I am just made up of monotonies that are continually broken by my interior anarchy. ....i also think too much