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Call me Maxx. (he/him, they/them, and ze/zir pronouns are fine.)
I'm an autistic genderqueer cosplaying artist who loves Gorillaz.
Birthplace: Berkeley, California
Current Residence: ?
Favorite music genre: alternative, punk, and rock & roll
Warning: I'm a bit obsessed with Gorillaz.
If you guys are curious of what type of Autism I have, I'll tell you. I have a mild form of Autism called Asperger's Syndrome.
I only give free requests to close friends now.
YouTube account: m.youtube.com/#/user/MaxxCrow
My personal/main Tumblr blog: www.hipsterraven.tumblr.com
My art/cosplay Tumblr Account: crowdemiboy.tumblr.com
My real life friends and people I know:
And now there are some things that represent me:
My favorite artists at Deviantart:
The Sonnet of Truthby Maxx Crow/Maxx Bernard
When will the Republicans start to care?
Us anarchists and socialists must rise,
Ignorant laws are unjust and unfair,
Wishing that Trump was rotten with horseflies.
Where is the good in people in these days,
Where is justice when we need it the most,
We need to continue fighting always,
If the Evil comes, I will be your host.
But, the time has come for us, to have hope,
To protest and march to the streets of Hell,
We need to have the total strength to cope,
And we need unfiltered voices to yell.
Let us scream for the fight of our lives,
And finally celebrate with high fives.
The Queer PhoenixI once heard of a bird, heard its fiery songs,
That bird is beautiful, with intense shades that has no words
Queer would be the word to describe the phoenix.
I said that because that creature is me,
I feel the element inside of me all day,
I feel the need of reincarnation.
I need fire,
Fire to light the herbs I smoke,
Fire to calm my nerves and feel awoke,
To imagine the destruction of hatred
To be reborn as anew, as an avian deity,
As the bird, the phoenix to the mind’s eye
I am afraid though, that it burns, that it hurts,
The very soul that has weaken, yet strengthen,
My mind, my mentality that was meant to be broken
This is why I want to be burned alive,
To be one again, to be better than before,
It is said that, the phoenix is reborn after 1,400 years.
I need fire,
To light myself, to feel the fury,
To indulge in pains and pleasures of the heat.
What else can I do then just burn, and burn,
All day, everyday, until the sun burns out its flames,
For the greater good.
What is death?
Death is not Afterlife, but it is the beginning of the end.
No mortal will survive this, not even the strongest would survive the apocalypse of their body and mind.
The ParkThe Park
The park has been closed for a long time, yet the locusts take shelter. The little boy stared at the gates of Hell as they rusted into red-brown crusted doors, about to break down into dust. The little boy was named “Raven,” which he was named by his mother before her death. Raven walks towards the gate and touches it, nothing happens.
As the doors were pushed by a light touch, they slowly opened and Raven walks with no anxiety and jitters beneath his skin. He lives near here, but never went to this abandoned park before, since his caretaker doesn’t let him go to dangerous places.
Raven has been to abandoned places a lot, and is not afraid of anything, except for one thing. Here is the park, field of grasses now sun-burned hay, muddy sand with twigs and dead insects, rusty swings with no seats, and a single slide, covered in animal blood and nobody to play with. Raven is surprised to see blood spread-out in a forgotte
The Artist's EyeOnce upon a time, there was a girl named Nora who lives in San Francisco with her parents. She always have a hard time making friends, and being less weird. There is a reason why Nora is weird to most people, and that’s because she’s an artist. That’s right, a humorous, imaginative, and inspirational human being called an artist. When she was born, she was unique in her own way. She had a birthmark on her right eye, and it looks like a tiny, blackish-brown blot on the bottom of her pupil, right where her iris is. She also has a mind of a pure genius, and many kids would not play her because of that. She also wanted to be an artist when she grows up. She learned by lessons from her dad and lessons from her art teacher. She learned many things like anime, realism, cartoons, comics, digital art, printing, shading, inking and etc. Most importantly, she always have a mind of an adult, and it made every teacher in the school happy for her. The only friend she has by her sid