underneath those green polka dots beats the heart of the revolution.
open your eyes & mind to his vision...it's a beautiful beautiful thing.

I don't know, man. There are friends you meet that you start to like and you sorta hang out with them for a while, and then you realize that you've become really close and you think of them as one of your favorite people on earth. Then there're freeks like this one, who you meet and it's just POW! and you can't figure out how you lived without this kind of friend. And you know you're in for a crazy fucking journey.

I love this dude like cooked food. He plays big and goes deep.

brilliant photographer. beautiful freak. i wanna ride on his crazy train.

Yeah. FuckOFF! n'pass. Freek is the schizit, the man, the myth, the manic wonder that somehow is able to make it all happen even when everyone around him is fading. With a triumphant cry of "Playa!" his gears are set in motion, grinding, glowing, screaming from the friction and just when you think that you're safe in the world that you've created for yourself he asks another question which makes you think - makes you feel like he believes that you may have something important to say - and because he is he, you do. A magickal man, a beauty, a pure freek, an insane genius. If you've felt alone, if you've felt like there is no one to share the thoughts you have, if you have ever felt like there is no release - spend time with this man. He's honest and true verification that your world has a chance to be better. It's all about the juice. I's all about whatever the fuck you want it to be. It's all about release.

freekBALL is the man. People are often scared, but have no fear. He is, contrary to popular belief, not the devil. He is a talented artist, whacked out clown, and a great friend. I feel so loved when he yells FUCK OFF in my face!