|Vasiliy Aleksandr making his rounds in Moscow.|
|may cause cancer in California.|
I made a new account under the name of ~raccooninajar and I'm making this one a "time Capsule". I haven't touched this account in somewhere around four years. I'm going to preserve my innocent youth (and yes, by comparison, the shit here is innocent), and the rest will be to the new account.
anyways, you can go back to ignoring me now.
(data restricted) was born in a cross-fire hurricane. he howled and he cried in the driving rain.
he was raised by California Condors who had been misplaced to New York, and for a while was cheif editor of the rolling stones. by a while he means 8 nanoseconds, and he shared the position with Wilfred Brimley and Kurt Cobain's ashes.
at 17, he beat Dave Mustaine in a baby punching contest with his move "uppercut back to the womb."
he's been to moscow, and would like to assure us (as seen in his gallery) that there were, indeed, no bears.
he believes that the anarchy and mayhem presented in fight club perfectly fit the need for change today.
he's pretty sure you don't give a fuck about him or his dA submissions/account or his life.
he's not upset.
he's long since come to terms with that.
your mailbox was bombed merely because he was bored.
Current Residence: the ALMIGHTY state of NY....we have death apples.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Large is fine. not that anyone cares...
Print preference: JUST BUY ONE FOR ME
Favourite genre of music: Progressive Rock/Metal, Classical, Blues, Hard Rock
Favourite photographer: John Sexton, Ansel Adams, Anne Leibovitz
Favourite style of art: furries, photography, manga-style and surrealism.
Operating System: Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System.
MP3 player of choice: iPod, Your Mom
Shell of choice: well, if we're talking for a howitzer, the 150mm are usually fine.
Wallpaper of choice: current band/movie of interest, game stuff, your mom.
Skin of choice: Diamondback (lol snakeskin)
Favourite cartoon character: robin hood, sonic, Jill Valentine, Your Mom
Personal Quote: I'll burn my name into this country, by word or gasoline, by song or election.