Jarod Murray
Auckland, New Zealand
In space...no one can hear you bleed...but if it bleeds, we can kill it until we get too old for this shit...then it's your move. creep.
<p>Husband. Father. Artist. Filmmaker. The voices they call me visionary...</p><p> </p><p>By day, mild mannered but frustrated projectionist. By night, frustrated creative. By weekend? Human jungle gym for two pint-sized gremlins with no respect for basic hygiene or appropriate volume of vocal emmittance.</p><p> </p><p>Fighting day-to-day to empty the contents of my head and try and order the pieces into some semblance of an understandable........thingamie...<br></p>