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I'm an artist and writer, with three crime thriller novels currently available at Amazon and Lulu.com under my other name, Alexander Ferrar, and some of my art is displayed in my photos, various websites, and up in galleries here and there. I'm a chronic ex-patriate (bouncing around the world with no real plan, and am currently bivouacked in Guatemala) a Libertine who had intended to become a Catholic priest (but had done perhaps too much research in order to answer questions I anticipated my flock asking, and became a heretic instead) and former three-year champion for Red Dragon Freestyle in the Shaolin Minor Leagues. Well, two of those are no longer true. I have settled in Guatemala and am as of now an ex-Libertine. I finally met the right woman and I've turned over a new leaf. Aside from that, I'm still arrogant, narcissistic, and I take very few things seriously, but I'm sincere, well-mannered (when appropriate) I love to make people laugh and usually am doing so, and I look all right (most of the time). I've got goals, too. Going to be king someday (of somewhere, anywhere, I'm not picky). I'm a painter of wildlife, portraits, nudes, and Pre-Raphaelite scenes, and also something new called Oblique. On top of all that, my breath is minty fresh.....


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Look for some of my other work, the paintings with boobies that I cannot display on this site, at
Fantasy Art at Epilogue.netunder "Alexander Ferrar".

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My Blog

Memoirs Of A Swine, IV continued

"Okay, so, anyway, back to what I was saying before I got so rudely interrupted. We need a book for all the words that aren't in our language. Like, you know how Germans have these concepts that they ...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 13:24:00 GMT

Memoirs Of A Swine, Chapter IV

And it did, to an extent. But it was somehow tolerable, dulled just enough by several hours of drinking and the little bit of smoke I actually inhaled when Josh came through for us. The rest of the ti...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Dec 2008 10:39:00 GMT

Memoirs of a Swine--Chapter 3

III Now, Josh, Josh was a bouncer at Respectables on Clematis. He had really long blond hair, but I always forgot about it, because he wore it in a pony tail and never took off his baseball cap, and ...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 23:19:00 GMT

Memoirs of a Swine--Chapter 2

II              The same way amputees can still feel a phantom limb, and the recently dumped feel the lingering presence of their ex-lovers, I al...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 23:16:00 GMT

Memoirs of a Swine--Chapter 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE: A lot of you have seen this already, but now it's Chapter 1 of the new book, about my adventure in Guatemala, starting with how I got here. Some of the names have been changed to prote...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 23:12:00 GMT

"Saga of the Beverage Men" Chapter 18

    Flynn heard a door open and what sounded like two men entering. From where he sat tied to a chair, he could smell nothing and hear little. The sack that had been over his head for G...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 00:06:00 GMT

"Saga of the Beverage Men" Chapter 17

    Anzace, knowing nothing of his sword’s intent, gathered his strength and tore himself away from the knight, screaming as a fistful of his hair was torn out by the roots. Befor...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 17:09:00 GMT

"Saga of the Beverage Men" Chapter 16

    Kelkor spat at the corpse on the floor and eyed his companion intently.    "Turn back now, if you’re going."    The Matagoomban could not speak.&...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 17:07:00 GMT

"Saga of the Beverage Men" Chapter 15

    The majority of Matagoombi was populated by scarlet-skinned people with black markings, rather like those of certain snakes. Less fortunate folks, through a simple accident of birth...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 17:05:00 GMT

"Saga of the Beverage Men" Chapter 14

    Azrael leaped from the withers of his monstrous steed and landed, sword in hand, among the smoking rubble, charred flesh, and crimson rivers of gore. The dead lay piled high about h...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 17:02:00 GMT