I'm a subtle Southern man with all the downhome charm of a bullwhipped mastadon in the middle of rutting season. I take to redheads like famine to Ethiopia and I spend money like I actually have some. Sufficed to say I'm less than what I could be and more than I should. With a sloppy drunkard's wit and a junkie's physique, I tend to ramble on with a cigarette between my teeth just as long as no one's listening. If by chance I'm caught in a crowd, I tend to hasten my smoking, shorten my responses and pay close attention to where my hands are.

My passion is ...

not very Christ-like

I know too much about ...

too little

My parents always told me ...

I'd go blind

My childhood ambition ...

to be a cop, a soldier, a sailor... all of which I drew myself doing... then it dawned on me to be an artist

My favorite memory ...

I ain't gettin' into that one

Why I write ...

I thoroughly enjoy crafting scenerios, creating worlds, defining people and then putting them through a whirlwind that is hopefully entertaining

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I'm reading suspence/thrillers. I'm watching alot of cartoons and comedies (ATHF!). I'm listening to anything by Maynard (TOOL, APC)

My first job ...

Order puller for Schwegmann's warehouse while I was living in a run down motel on Airline Highway in Kenner, LA (Seriously)

My best moment ...

I hope it has yet to come but so far I'd say it was the moment of clarity that got me sober

My inspiration ...

It comes from anywhere... usually unexpectedly

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems

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-Monster-

My breath sings lyrics of bloody lust and craving
over the quickening rhythm of my ravenous heart
Anticipation thrills my eyes to widened white readiness
attuning my senses to the savage potential of this moment
An instinct so primal and hoary I can smell the salt of flesh
urging me from shivering fear on into frenzied excitement

Bound wood groans with the weight of my quarry upon it
as if subtly warning the doomed of my presence and intent
A glossed paper rag captivates the creature's attention
filling its mind with opiate delusions of security and future
My heedle...

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