AngelMedinaArt

This is the part where I'm supposed to tell deviantART something about myself.
Well,
uhmnnn....
Nothing interestin' really.


Oh,
wait,
there is one thing.
Not so much interesting as it is just plain weird.

For reasons that, so far, seem to elude physicians & scientists alike, whenever I fart, it smells like fresh roses.
Now, my doctor has stated to me, (off the record, of course) that I shouldn't rule out the possibility that it may due to the idea that I may very well be the much prophesized Second Coming.
However, as it is evidenced by the sloppy, sloth-riddened girth of my fat ass (induced in major part by the amount of my life that I've wasted sitting on it in front of the computer, emptily commiseratin' with my fellow Facebookers, posting girlfight videos on youtube & downloading onion-booty porn) I am not a person who shoulders responsibility all too well.
Let alone leading an entire worldwide community out of sin.
Therefore,
I'm hoping that this enigmatic flatuent dilema o' mine is not so much a Divine bestowary as it is somehow more of a result of my diet.
Otherwise,
I'm screwed.

As would be all of you.

Because, lemme tell you something,
if my pimp-ass is gonna go down ( or in this case, the proper term may be "up"),
I'm taking as many of you fuckers with me as I can.
I can guarantee y'all, this time around,
there ain't gonna be none of this "Forgive them for they know not what they do" bullshit.

Favourite genre of music: Good
Favourite photographer: Peter Parker
Shell of choice: Crustacean
Skin of choice: Butterscotch
Personal Quote: "BaCONNNNN.....!!!!!"