The details of my life are quite inconsequential....
Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 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...
When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds,, pretty standard, really.
At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles — there really is nothing like a shorn scrotum,,, it's breathtaking... I suggest you try it.
Funny Shit,,Yes? Well No-Mater,,that Story isn't my past,but anything ya wanting to know,,simply ask,,,
Deal??
Berlin Romanov
Holy crap I love how you did your layout, how it all looks!
Hope to talk and see more of your work soon
Berlin
Jun 12, 2011
urbantribesman
Jul 6, 2011
Zohra
hey, long time no see. Are you still active on the web?? I am tryig my best to find you everywhere but can't get in touch
xoxoxo
Jan 30, 2020