I, myself, am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

i'm easy to figure out

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to talk, mad to live, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding." - Jack Kerouac

Future mediator between you and your robot overlords.

[Kai-Yell] Let the sunshine... twitter.com/cyael

http://www.last.fm/user/sarashine haha apparently I've had my old tumblr name up here for a while now, and it now belongs to someone else. There's the updated link ↑. \ ---------___ <'\__~ (yay) ---//\\------V -------- <|:{D>~+< This is Sir Beardicus Indyton of Hiptopia, Wizard of the Mad Jammage (pictured laying down) alongside his noble unicorn. He creates all this bearded magic, also known as indie music.

perfectionism is a bitch, but it usually comes with good results

Why be a genius when you can curate the genius of others?