Call me Space Cake. I am a martian. I'm twenty six in human years. And I'm still in Maryland. Probably a little more than a little deranged.
I speak in pterodactyl, Chewbacca, and sarcasm.
I'm a tattooed, dreaded, and slightly demented hippie with no future...
except maybe living in the mountains and forest where I can roam freely.
Anti-Religion, Anti-Government, Attention Deficit.
iPierce