On February 19th 1982 I was born in Hartford, CT.

I remember experiencing it, I have a unusual grasp on memory.

The first sunspot spiral ever observed was on that day.

It was also an esoteric holiday, Chaoflux, in its 23rd observance.

It wasn’t until the Winter Solstice before my 23rd birthday that I realized this.

I was drinking Greek ouzo at the time, it was favored by a goddess.

Its all nonsense, but it mine for making into meaning.

Strung together coincidences, my own personal creation myth.

I am either a highly functional schizophrenic or else I am psychic.

I have a hard time talking frankly about this.

I have my stories, and I hope I express them in art one day.

I dance with archetypes, and behold the slightest of nods in my direction.

My spells work yet I still spend most of my time griping about poverty.

I struggle with self loathing and narcissism.

I am a sexual deviant with a long list of sins and a one moody bastard.

I am exceedingly kind and bitterly malicious.

Withdrawn and obnoxious.

I am a wrecked tangled mess of glitter and garbage, and something about that is the core of who I am.

Fluid like a pleasant mess, most people think I’m methodical and rational.

Both sacred and Satanic, flip and earnest.

That a little bit of why I am Danny Chaoflux.

Also, I have an awesome moustache.