Joined Aug 24 2012
34 years old
I enjoy long walks on the beach, I'd like to meet a nice young lady or three, marry them, start a tribe, grow a cool beard, have a coat with some color action, walk softly and carry a big staff, write some stuff on stone, might last a while that way. Basically, I'm just a guy, like any other, who is ready for the zombie apocalypse, and when that day comes I'll be there to take up the mantle of President and lead America back from the brink of disaster. Ya know, nothing big.
Oh yeah, and I have every intention of making my living off of lies. Liars prosper and all that, well, I'd like to prosper. And I'm not even talking about being a politician, like you, if you're here, and you've read this much, you're either antisocial, a modern Howie Lovecraft (locked away writing modern versions of letters on your laptops imagining tentacled faced everythings hiding behind a paper thin veil of reality), either that or you're like me and a writer of some form, fashion, or interest.
Hey what's up?
So, if you like long walks on the beach, have round trip tickets to Mars to say hey to Curiosity, can cook...oh wait this isn't my dating site. Dammit.
Enjoy my fiction, fragments, comments, poetry, opinions, and random rants, don't be afraid and take offense only because you choose to, but let's keep an open mind here, this is a story thang we got goin' on here. Laters Taters.