dustin st.wright

I had a pretty normal childhood; my mother and father were both horses when I was born out of the earth simultaneously in every country. I was baptised by the eighth wonder and breast fed by sea lions. When I first opened my eyes all I could see was perfection and my first memory is still everything. I was always my fathers favourite because my eyes eclipsed every doubt he ever had in himself, and my mother sung my lullabies like I invented love and to behold it one must sing. In my youth I was crowned king of every fleeting dream and the champion of dragon kin, but I was soon afterwards kidnapped by the mercenary chemists of my corporeal design. I lost my kingdom to these adventures, and with some mammalian intoxication, bid a pious farewell to the insectoid calculation of my youth. I lost my hooves and my wings in exchange for everything that I love about you. After I ran away I worked for several years burning bridges in the third world countries of my home, before I realized the error of my ways. In some attempt to hide myself I enlisted in the Army, believing I could disappear into the reptilian cold of war. And so I marched into battle along side every great warrior who ever lived, fighting tooth and nail against every great instinct I ever had... until I was wounded one morning by something this girl said to me in 9th grade. To redeem myself I found refuge in the masters, whom I accidentally devoured one day in a fit of egotism and rage. When I awoke I was delightfully full and only slightly burned from laying in the sun for too long. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but this voice kept disturbing me... so I immediately took an eternal vow of silence which was itself immediately broken as I cursed myself for drinking too much the night before. After a quick dip in the pool you and I made love, I dressed myself in some of my old clothes and I began the most difficult journey of my life: the end of this biography