So anyway, I'm Pie.
I'm a robot. Beep boob beep.
I have some crazy ideas about the world and my heads all full of unicorns, monster trucks and lawn flamingos.
I make arts, I snore, I cuss, I dress like a hobo threw up on a taxidermist and the resulting thing was then painted bright colors and set on fire, I'm sarcastic and shy and needy and tactless.
But for some reason my friends still think I'm cool.
I like taking photos, but I am not a photographer, I like making art but I am not an artist.
I am Pie.
And I am fucking silly as fuck.