I have been on Gaia for many moons, lurking and scoffing since '03.
Returning after many years on hiatus.
I'm an artist from the land of maple syrup and bitterly cold winters.
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade Narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.
My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink
He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy.
The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets.
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Human at Sight,
Monster at Heart.
