Steven Andrew Forns

I am Steven Andrew Forns. I am eighteen years old and I probably care either far too much or far too little about you. I love words, whether writter or spoken. I feel that art is one of the last truly beautiful things we have left in the world. I believe in magic, ghosts, and maybe you. I don't believe in God, the Devil, or that punk rock is dead. I like plaid shirts, diverse rock (or any genre for that matter) music, and poetry of all sorts. I am an outspoken liberal b*****d at times and a silent conservative at others. I like when people tell me about themselves because I can turn their story into a piece of art. I like to stare out the window of the bus with my headphones in and pretend that I'm in a music video. I take comfort in the fact that I can ride the line between fringe artist ideology and cliche traits that will make people like me. I am a pseudo-bohemian. I am the hippest of hipsters, according to my sister. I love honest, as well as the occasional lie. I like finishing other people's sentences and I overuse phrases such as "Yeah, no, yeah." and "Kindly f**k off." I am a wannabe rock star. I am a future underground favorite. I love when I can see the stars because the trees usually block my view. I desperately want to be somewhere else half of the time, and remain entirely stationary the other half of the time. I see things in shades of black and white. I am probably quite pleased to meet you.