| Morning Glory. |
| Born to live off of my wits. European escapist, taken from out of Kafkaesque melodrama; set lose, astray and on the run on the cutting streets of San Francisco. Marked on my forehead Illustration BFA; my excuse and reason. Appreciate and value the good company of reading, music and good company. Old-school sketchaholic into the works of J. Tenniel, A. Rackham and C. Larsson. Books, books and books by the masters of Beat, Lovecraftian horrors of titanical measures and geezers who merely writes the shit out of anything; such as Burroughs and Welsh. I do cherish the good influence of a pint now and then (and then again); mostly European though. As Dark as dirt and bitter as monday. Fatherfigures stacked and systematized in alphabetical order of my record-collection. Adam raised a Cain, he raised him well and as you read I am beyond the shadow of any doubt raising hell. Speedballin' Cosmonaut from out of time now comes tumbling down, tonight. |
Uncle Joe
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