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Concieved from the firey pits of Atlanta, I was born! Rampaging for many days and nights, in search of Jello to feed mine self.I grew, celebrating days of time-based growth known as birthdays, watching the world around me morph from the stoned-up age of the filthy 90's, a time of poorly written sitcoms and songs on doobies, and saw as God rung in the 21st century, begining a new millenium of human temporal doom. I saw Bush get thrown into office, the towers come crashing down, and the entire Britney Spears saga come to a supposed end over and over and listen to the adults similar ranting of her being an absolute "trainwreck", for lack of a better word. Now, I sit here, surrounded by the bleak faces of the unknowing human race and the smell of their laundry, wondering when and how females will return to being the gender no one cares about instead of their now long-standing reputaton of being horrid sluts, and when men will get over their superiority complex. So I draw now, draw things of unskpeakable horrors that only my mind wishes to unveil on paper, to force into the faces of the blissfully retarded and say, "When you go to Hell, this is what's waiting for you."So I pick up my tools, my pencils and pens, and read JTHM until my eyeballs bleed.(I must agree with Mr. Jhonen on every line in this book) Now, I'm not latching myself onto his work, spouting crap that I am also a tortured soul, wishing to die and he is the God to allow it. No. I'm just simply an artist, expressing what little pent up feelings I have into lines and text, only to confuse the minds of these people, and give them a great big smile. Be happy! You're not dead yet, you stoner.

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