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I'm crazy. I know I am. There's this thing in my mind that makes me do wierd things. You may not know it unless you've spent time around me or seen my art. But there's this thing way far in the back of my brain that creates flying marshmallows and crosses Popeye with Sin City. I don't have control of this thing, it controls me. One day I'll be sitting nice and quietly, and then a vision of someone being stalked by a murderous Teddy Ruxpin pops into my brain. It's like lightning. I'm sure if I could harness it then I'd have a lucrative career going, but even if I could it would probably run out in a couple of years time. Good luck dealing with my innane scribbles, because it's not my fault. Yeah that's a good excuse..
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