Ninjangulo

About me:

My capitalist gene sequence must be lacking nucleotides or something. I just can't make myself accept the world as being one big market brimming with ripe consumers. I'm content secluded in my remote fortress of solitude creating... innovating... artistically masturbating to the rhythm of the universe... doing my best to emulate, echo, or even closer still; re-create ..the divine.. like some kind of monastic disciple of the gaian/universal principles of love and respect, meticulously inscribing my mandallic perceptions and wild rantings into the passing adamantine membranes which compose the halls of time. I do my best to communicate what I perceive as vital information to whoever cares enough, or should I say, slows down enough to receive said love and respect... all the while I remain protected by invisible intergalactic ancestral forces as I persist in my observation and analysis of this undeniably fantastic, yet also quite perilous kaleidoscope of consciousness we call life on planet Earth.