I have this crappy microphone. And this sexy guitar.

Dope Stars Inc. Psyclon Nine Behemoth

…On This Outdated Console… Mostly just these games though…

Jimmy Urine Dani Filth Ner0 Bellum

MOTHMAN!! Sasquatch Aliens Moose

My name is Blaze. I’m sixteen. I am tall. I have long hair. I eat food. I drink liquids. I listen to music. I play music. I write my own music. I’m a hobo. I don’t like vegetables. I am a nihilist. I get bored very easily. I’m a perfectionist. I like candy. I don’t eat a lot of it. I would if I could. I’m sort of an artist. I have no appreciation for “fine art”

This is the part of this slideshow where I run out of ideas for random, picture explained slides. So I begin to write a chunk of text that no one is going to actually read because, let’s face it, large chunks of text are intimidating… like an angry mechanical bear that breathes fire and shoots laser beams out of it’s eyes. I don’t actually talk about myself much… not because I’m particularly against sharing information about myself with people (I could care less what you know or what you think about me for the most part) but because I figure, that no one wants to hear me go on and on about myself and the unimportant things I do in my life. If you ask me a question I’ll usually answer it honestly. Unless I figure that the honest answer could possibly end up with me getting criminal charges. You see, it’s really annoying when people start telling you things that they do in their life that you really could NOT care less about, and then expect you to pay attention and act interested. I’m not interested. I will not pretend that I am. Sometimes people see this as rude. Personally, I think that it’s rude to assume someone cares about what you have to say and then unload your whole life story on them when all they asked was “how’s it going?” a simple “fine, you?” would suffice. No need to go overboard.

I bet you’re glad it’s over.