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    Who is Moriartsy?

    Who are any of us really?  😉  We are the sum of our experiences, the ingredients of our ancestors and most importantly the enigma of reality itself.

    The details of my life are quite inconsequential.  Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it’s breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

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    Maker of the moving Image. Only need money to make more.

    Print, Motion, Illustrated, Photoshop, or Painted my only limit is time.

    Films, Writing, Painting, Digital Art, Motion Graphics, 3D, Illustrations, and Entrepreneurship... I'm defined by all and none.

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