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About Me

Hi, I'm a 34 year old author who is currently at war with his computer, whom I believe to be possessed by the love-child of P.T. Barnum and Aldous Huxley. It seems to hold for me both admiration and a certain sort of contempt resulting in a sparkly kind of love/hate relationship that causes me no end of headaches. But enough of my technological difficulties. I believe I'm supposed to be telling you a little about myself. As for my personality, I can be charming, annoying, sometimes downright mean. The ChikkenBog is an acquired taste for many. But, as I am told, I am always funny. Well, I'm glad I could entertain you people. You know that's what I live for. I am a singer/song-writer, author, cartoonist, mathmatician, I dabble in the sciences, I'm a philosopher of sorts, I'm a fount of useless information, I'm a regular Renassaince man, if you will... just imagine if I had any actual talent. Wouldn't that be a hoot? I am hypersensitive and hypercritical, but to put oneself in a nutshell like this is really self-defeating. Likened unto Byron, I am "mad, bad, and dangerous to know". At least, I think most mothers of teenage girls would have concurred back in my heyday. But enough about me. I'd much rather hear about you. Tell me every little thing...

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Jesus, Lucifer, John Lennon, Buddha, the Dhali Llahma, Trotsky, myself, you, everyone in the world, everyone out of this world, and those that have found themselves caught in between.

My Blog

My Bad Habit

She appearsLike a bad dream,Recurring at the most inoppurtune times.She looks at me and seesA pharmacyOr an ATM.I remember a timeWhen she was hookedOn me.
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 01:04:00 GMT

Needed, Maybe

He puts on his leather jacket and picks up his pack of smokes. His hair is tussled, he notices in the mirror, from a restless afternoon nap, so he picks up a toboggan and slaps it on, pulling it down ...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 21:51:00 GMT

True, That

To whom does wisdom belong?He was quirky, funny, and a little unkempt. Yet, he was wise.We sat there, in our realm of realization and thought, and discussed many things. We spoke of love and life, of ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 22:00:00 GMT

Small Sacrifices

She plucks them from the air;Butterflies;And devours them,One by one;SimultaneouslyDestroying bothBeauty and hurricanes.
Posted by on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 02:09:00 GMT

Thoughts That Count

I have found salvation In words You have given To comfort me In my times of need. When the world falls short Of my high expectations, You tender sweet emotion. You claim to be no poet,...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 08:06:00 GMT

Liquid

It isn't quite Hell, But the flame is in view, And it's only eclipsed When I think about you. So much do I hunger And long for your touch. Is it wrong to want something So distant so much? &n...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 08:22:00 GMT

The Medicine Man

The cool blast of air conditioning is refreshing after the balmy heat of the Alabama August outside. She swings the glass door wide and shuffles unhurriedly into the doc...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 09:12:00 GMT