Chicken-Tits's Profile

About me:I was born in the fisherman's net. Well, not born, but rather found. I was floundering about in the fjords of Norway when a sardine boat foundme tangled in their net. It remains a mystery how I got there, I do not remember a single thing up until that moment. Some speculate I am not human at all, but rather some sort of android implant from either outer-space or some other deep, under water, alien operation in the deep cold waters of the Hardanga fjord where sonar does not function. Anyway they brought me ashore and raised me as their own. I found my way to California just four years ago to pursue a life of sex, drugs and rock n roll.
Member Since:March 24, 2010
Last Login:March 11, 2014
Location:San Francisco, CA
Birthday:May 8
Music means to me:Music and music culture seem to be the only things that make sense. I engae in all the other endeavors of human life but they seem shallow and hollow to me. Filler for a race of beings that are not to sure what they should be doing. Well, Ill tell you what we should be doing. Listening to live music and dancing and having fun. That is what makes sense to my warped half fish, half human, halfh alien little brain. I am confused by the other practices and barely succeed in doing them. I only do the so that I do no end up in jail or dead. And the only reason I dont want to be in jail or be dead is so I can freak out on grassy fields and dirty arena floors to my favorite live music acts.
Schools:UFO academy of toe nails
General Interests:I am extremely interested in the idea of taking human and fish parts and sewing them together. I already have several prospective buyers for these unique compilations of skin and scale. Living and stuffed models are available. Not for real yet, but in my mind the seams and joints are perfect and reflect what I feel both human and fish could potentially achieve.
Other Distractions:digging holes is an addictive hobby of mine. I can barely sleep at night, thinking about all the holes I could be digging. What is underneath the ground I wonder? How deep can I dig before I have to stop and what is it that would make me stop? I cant walk twenty feet with out finding a patch of grass or dirt or sand and start digging it up in hopes to find something more meaningful than which exists on the surface. I would like to dig a huge a hole on day and host a festival in it, so as to combine my favorite things. Everyone there would be half fish, half human, half alien. All my favorite bands, like Mr. Rogers and Steve Martin would be there to sing songs about the fish and about large holes and I would finally be happy. All though, Im pretty happy right now and Mr. Rogers is no where near me. In fact, isnt Mr. Rogers dead?

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