I was raised by Cheetoes who loved me even though I was a wayward potato chip. (You know, the kind with green on it.) I was the green chip of the family. I never did find it easy to be cheesy.
I lived with them until the age of brown. That's when I decided to take over Pluto, hence why it is no longer a planet. Now it is used to house my dirty socks.
After that, I returned to the dirt to wallow about with my adopted stone brethren.
In my spare time, I like to make all kinds of insanity to sell. My inspirations are far and wide, and usually based in the muck of a horror movie, hard rock/metal song, a good glass of absinthe, the vibes and will of the stones, or some weird, fleeting thought.
My train of thought is never on time, and is usually very... hey look! A bumble bee!
