Reflection of a tortured world, vision of the mascarade we are living, and the fog awaiting for us. |
Lonely moods, spread down with pen and tears. Abstract shapes simple as life, chaos, to be concretized.
Lunar characters who know your secrets and hunt your fears.
Pictures far away from the flow, instinctively spurt out of some pathetic monkey.
Current Residence: shards O'glass factory
Personal Quote: you think my ass is made of chicken ?!!