Bio

Sharing a Womb {Only Other Friend} 

Alex Overall was drawn outside of the coloring book sometime between 1984 and 1985. For many years he was stranded with emaciated aspirations and motley apprehensions (a nice silky texture of pastels in melodic movements). Alex spent most of his youth sitting on green pastures developing negatives by the sunsets God whistled over the hilltops. He conceived many pictures of ocean waves making love to the shorelines somewhere in south Florida. He found these indulgences romantic and concluded that he was destined to a lifetime of solitude which he looked forward to. Many years had passed and Alex soon became anxious. He eventually grew tired of sharing his introspection with the curious northern winds the south would become jealous of and decided he would become a nomad. His journey left him emasculated and hopeless; the seas continued to call out his name and the mountains carved poetry into the cloudline above--yet alex remained determined in his excursion. One day while Alex sifted through his mosaic memory flipbook of his nesting ground he stumbled upon a tiny, rotund, diamond stained object that reflected the sun's complexion boisterously. He reached for the object and examined it thoroughly and after several minutes of observation he realized what it was he'd be holding: a compact disc (at least...this was it's technical term) Alex had read about these when he deflowered his first fanzine. Which contained countless interviews and reviews on different bands and several pictures of instruments they call guitars. This excited Alex to no end. His once discoloured colouring book debacle took shape from its original amorphous composition and like the enigma that he was he manifested his own instrument and decided it would be named THE CELLO. This was certainly profound and obscure for his day and age and he soon became the next best thing in his seclusion. It wouldnt be for 8 more years he decided to actually pick up the guitar and quickly learn it's visceral emotion and sentience. But then later that evening after Alex had learned his first chord progression he noticed a raincloud that appeared to be infected with ennui and lethargy. Alex followed this tawny stained cloud as it lagged behind several others in its field of vision. Once the cloud stopped over Alex's head he closed his eyes and stretched his arms in a V-SHAPE fashion and began to smile for the rain had descended in a spiral like motion into his mouth and eyes. Fairly soon the cloud opened up and a silhouette of a figure slowly dropped like a feather into Alex's now opened orifice inducing a choke-like sensation to occur shortly after. Alex writhed in beautiful, rhythmic patterns coughing and trying his absolute best to rid himself of this viscous raindrop or body that nestled its way into his stomach lining. Finally with no explanation at all Alex split in two and fell to the ground. When he came to his new eyes met this form that departed his flesh with melodic meaning and soon approached the exhausted figure. 'excuse me' alex sighed with curiosity and determination. 'but may i ask you a question?' the form sat there baffled but very aware and it blinked in response to alex's command. 'how did you get here?' The figure gaped at Alex with his commodious eyes and emotionless face and after a couple of seconds he replied: im your other...
'My other?' Alex said with eyes widened now.
'Yes. Your other' the shape replied.
'My other what?'
The figure stared into alex's eyes now...and in time a smirk appeared out of nowhere upon his lips...as if some invisible force decided this object would look better and more witty if he had a smirk on his face...but then when the shape replied alex's question Alex soon realized what he was trying to explain. What he was hoping Alex would interpret as the most beautiful intention ever produced from one's salted lips...he knew it was beautiful...he felt it...and everything beautiful is far away he thought...everything beautiful is far away...all that he had hoped for was right in front of him...had emancipated the dream from his own body and it had taken form upon the hill he once sat on to strum his guitar in patience for this one specific moment to arise...
'Your only other friend...' replied the shape...
Alex stood there for a moment in a hidden aroma of perpetual bliss. He stood there watching this piece of his flesh...this part of his body sitting there smiling and he found solace in it. He found meaning in everything he was looking for.
'I shared a womb with you...' alex said...
The figure smiled and stood up next to alex. They both met each others gaze and started their journey into the obstreperous, orange horizon...they started their journey into the wild blue nowhere...both of them...
and his only other friend...