Sunday, 28 February 2010

Eight years from now...

Basically, eight years from now I plan to go completely mental: Grow a mustache, change my name to Howard Roark and move into a city built at the bottom of the ocean in a reference possibly even too far for myself, and write poetry about bunny ears, rainbows and Sander Cohen. 
This is a portrait based on the high probability of this plan going through.

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