I am not a "G."

United States

I enjoy looking at great art much more than I enjoy making my own. Not long ago I fell off of a building onto concrete and destroyed the bone structure of my feet. Docs fixed me up so that I can walk a bit again, but not without pain so now I am disabled with lots of spare time to kill. Lately I haven't been inspired to create much art myself, but I love the dA community and check in on things here daily. If you dig graffiti, street art, stencils, video games, comic books or music then you're probably cool in my book so please don't hesitate to drop me a comment to let me know you exist.

I live in northwest Florida, Tallahassee area. I am devilishly handsome, brilliant and stunningly clever. Your mother would adore me. Dogs love me, haters fear me and I attract attention as though I'm made out of tits.

Wait, there's more!
My page, hell, my whole existence is undoubtedly under surveillance. It's not my fault. I got into a rant war with some foreign asshole on one of my old blogs. The fucker used my blog's comment / review section to post a counter-rant full of stupid shit topped off with a somewhat ambiguous but fairly direct threat towards the life of the President of the United States of America (at that time), George W. Bush. If you have any sense at all you understand what must have happened as a result. Personally, the possibility of crazy super surveillance and agency investigations and shit does not frighten me. I'm not up to anything worth federal time or the time of the feds and it's not like I could do anything to change the situation if I wanted to, so that's that. It is what it is, so if anybody is bothered by any of this then to them I suggest that they simply leave me alone.

That's pretty much all there is to me. Thanks for stopping by to check out my page and please don't forget to visit
MY GRAFFITI / STREET ART COLLECTION!!! <---click it!
MY GRAFFITI / STREET ART COLLECTION!!! <---click it!
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where you'll find thousands upon thousands of exceptional street style deviations, all chosen by me for being dope. Feel free to comment

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If you're not one of the freaks who harass me of late then the rest of this is not directed at you. I must address a select few assholes who persist at annoying me beyond my ability to ignore them, and I apologize to you if you insist upon reading the following rant and are offended by it. That is, unless you're one of the aforementioned assholes, because in that case I could give a fuck less about your delicate sensibilities or how many of your little feelings I may or may not hurt. Thanks a lot!
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I can't believe I have to explain this, but apparently I do, so read it slowly from top to bottom, left to right, Tylenol for any headaches, Midol for any cramps. If the words are too big for you, Dictionary.com is your friend. Get your mom to help you. Now, to the point:

Yes, the character in my deviantID is holding a gun. This fact is not enough for a sane person to assume that I am attempting to gang-bang or that I am perpetrating like some lame-ass wannabe wankster punk. The character is a moogle. Moogles are not affiliated with any of the criminal gangs that you shit talking, trouble making assholes are so obviously paranoid about. They certainly don't smoke reefer behind your church, peddle contraband to your mother or recruit your children into lives filled with deviance or debauchery. The fact that Squaresoft's Mog the Moogle is a better dancer than you is the only reason you should fear him. Douse your torches, put away your protest signs and disband your angry mob, you ignorant rabble-rousing peasants.

While I'm at it, the picture in my gallery of the poster I got at the Atlanta screening of Banksy's "EXIT THROUGH THE GIFT SHOP," is exactly that; a promotional poster for a film about art. I don't give a shit how stubbornly you cling to the notion that the aforementioned print of the black, white and gold colored, spray painted stencil & letter piece with the star-struck Banksy rat is evidence of some horrible gang affiliation maintained by yours truly, it just isn't. Also, if you treat me as though it is or if you believe that it is, you're pretty much... that is to say... how do I put this delicately... well, in short, you're fucking stupid, you've been riding my dick without permission and now it's time for you to fuck off, like . If you can't say what you say about me to my face then EAT A DICK, punk. Cowards and fools like you are what mu'fuckers like me laugh at when we're bored.

There, now we can be friends again. Fuck off.

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