It's well known that every piece is art no matter the size or length, or the amount of satisfying quality Is a creation of beauty and we still are ovulated to acknowledge the production to be art. Even if the quality hits rock bottom it's still known as art. Deep down in the darkest parts of our souls we all believe art is beautiful. Well, yes indeed it processed in our battery controls of our brains where know other human can touch with their filthy hands of disgrace. Anything that is born needs to get the amount of at least acknowledgement of as single human.In such words it shall be called beautiful.

with that said I like to introduce myself as a creature of creation. A beautiful process of the brain and hands working together to make something beautiful. Forgetting the pains of labor and the opening of re open cuts from all the trembling pain, they look into each others souls and become one. Rapidly giving life to each piece one by one. And once the job is done long after that fire of a ball has falling to the opposite Side of the glob.they stand and throwing the sweat off their harden features form work and pain, they smile a smile that no other has seen. A smile so bright that screams BE PROUD OF ME! Cause for I am the one who brings you this life. Cheer my name on. Call me your vein that connects blood to the heart. but best of all you bring me my whip as you bow down to my name... ;)

now clearly you know or have a guess of the type A personality I am responsible for. But honestly I'm just a young lonely lad looking and searching for that perfect world of butterflies and rainbows, and as the years go past this youngster realizes that reality has no space for rainbows because the chaos is sitting it big fat bottom on the worlds head. Controlling this once beautiful world to self destroy itself slowly and fairly painfully. So this lad stands up with the tools of creation and chants to the world. I will make a thousand baby beauties to take away that ugly pain u feel inside so baby don't cry.the young lad or the young me hugs the world tightly squashing the chaos fat head.

live for the nonsense production A:bloodybutterflyz