Lived a life of a broadway teenager until I realised I did not kill Kurt Cobain in a dream of roller derby on the NES. Now I wrote a book of songs… but their just written… poems really… but them’s be songs too ya son’s of the old uncle Sammy guitar snog!!!! I wanna be famous for christmas… I got a year of sittin’ in … so sizle me stewn’s … I’ll try to clean up my apartment round hear, if that’s cool, so duely corn cobuss gone have to roll like Hamburger must of bein’ a heard of ahnk you drank spaz spizin punk with.. spunk… car… potential Fat baby that’s me at fat baby’s 2012 11:11 or whatever

I did write a thesis length paper on how it was imposible to predict human thought or read someone’s thoughts… now you can get pictures of dreams…I ROBOT AND THE FUTURE!! !!