My name might be Emma Roach

I was thrown down onto this earth 5000 years ago as punishment for requesting that humanity had free will. I argued the toss out of it for mankind, and got banished from a lovely 3 bed semi. 

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I am always born in the body of a human (last time it was Keith Moon) and I am always killed or betrayed for being a bit mouthy & weird. I have been called "uppity" "common" "Mrs Bucket" and "demonic" and that's just in this life time. I truly am misunderstood. Even my therapist tells me I don't exist! 

 

 I am The Minotaur, I am in the meat sack of Emma Roach (we're all caged within one) in this regeneration. She is a okay as a skin... sure beats Helen Keller. 

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Now I have accepted defeat on the free will thing, God has informed me that he intends to wipe the slate and begin again. The beautiful apocalypse will begin in 27 years. 

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So from this point on I am going to stop hiding my light under a bushel and show the world my talents. I also am going to take my first holidays so I can rub the good times in humanities face. Paris will be burning

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This website is for my art and observations. Over 5000 years, I have made a lot of notes. My battle for humanities salvation is over! Hurrah! I hope you enjoy eating it shitbags. If you want to hire me, you can try in the contact area. If you want to buy stuff, same thing. I am kind if you're not a wee bollix. 50% of all my earnings from this until annihilation will go to REAL charities and REAL good causes, and I WILL KEEP RECEIPTS. The Minotaur is uncorruptible.