I am Foomshoom Lamscram. When I was 1, I decided to erase time from the womb of physical space. When I was 3, all the animals in Africa teleported into my mind. When you breathe at night, it is I who allows the oxygen to travel into your lungs. Whatever I think is beautiful and strange but sometimes my reality can be harsh and cruel when situations call for that sort of behavior. Tremendous kaleidoscopes of whimsy and chaos flutter about the cosmos in my wake.