MarkyP (@gmoney1234)
I can only describe myself as the spawn of what happens when what the transcendentalists refer to as the true poet fucks Edgar Allan Poe while Walt Whitman watched through a window, only to pan out to realize that it was an unsuccessful attempt at lucid dreaming by Aldous Huxley, who tried to induce the experience through a recipe written by Timothy Leary, while listening to Jim Morrison tell him that this is the end, consisting primarily of melatonin, pickles, mustard, LSD, and left-handed masturbation (or right handed, for the lefties). I also look ordinary and boring, but I'm not - I'm actually quite fun, love art, life, love, food, air, taste, music, ro
