Male

36

moved to new york with a mission and a ten year goal. 9.5 years later and i'm part way there and haven't given up yet. just want to make art, music and slow down once in a while and enjoy some of this city before it sinks into the ocean. i'm an animator, a twisted animator, soul blacker than darth vader, i'm a chronic masturbator, i'm a twisted animator. i got it made in the shade like samuel jackson, bad muthafucka gonna die with my boots on, but i gotta cupple of errands to do first, my soul is full but it's dyin' of thirst. racing down the track like i'm made by tyco , i like 'em young like my main man michael, like norman bates, you know i'm psycho, got a shiny coat like i eat hi-pro, moods up and down like the lunar cycle, got shit to do so i'm always busy, couple cups of wine and i'm feelin' dizzy. i'm an animator, a twisted animator, a real collaborator, mad scientist and king. a bee with a deadly sting. actually i am allergic to bees. i dance better than most straight white guys, most gay white guys, for that matter, if you catch me in the mood, and i seem very exiting for about six months after which you will either get bored or gain enough self esteem to think you can do better.