"Who are you?"
~ I am a shadow, a stranger, an author, a monster from under the bed, something rustling in the closet, a bump in the night. I tell stories, but it's all in the blog, really. There are a few things here to get you started. Like it? Then subscribe to the blog.
"Do I know you?"
~ I don't exist.
"But seriously, have we ever met?"
~ Maybe you've met the man behind the name. But you still don't know me.
"Do you really know anyone in your friends list in real life?"
~ Yes.
"Do they know your real name?"
~ A few of them.
"Do you have another profile?"
~ I have a personal profile that I prefer (for several reasons) to keep personal. I also maintain a few other profiles for local artists / businesses.
"Why did you send me a friend invite?"
~ I most likely found your profile through surfing friends of friends etc. and you seemed like you might be the sort of person to enjoy my stories. If not, I won't be offended that you don't accept. If you only keep close, personal friends in your friends list, I can understand. Perhaps you also have an artist's profile that you would prefer to friend me under.
The story of "The Knife" has moved to the blog section. Click to read.
All that said, be careful.
Don't start thinking you know me yet.
Much of what you read here is fictional.
Some of what you read will be true life events, mine or others.
But don't ask me to sort for you the dark sordid tales of truth from the rantings of colorful imagination.
And don't presume to always know the difference yourself.
The strangeness of the truth and the truth of strangeness are slippery slopes indeed, my friend.
Rather, I suggest you roll around in it a bit, languish in the language and imagery as you wallow into the darker underbelly of life and bask in the glory of the light found herein as well.
Take a chance to simply stop and enjoy.
Sincerely,
J. Morgan Blak
Dangerous waters. Let's not talk about what happens when you wake up from an overdose. Let's wait for awhile before we begin exposing the darker underbellies of things. First let's you and I explore. Memory lane. Do you remember Scooby Doo? Shaggy and Scrappy too? Laff-A-Lympics by Hana Barbara. How about Johnny Quest? Speed Racer and Racer X? Do you remember popsicles, especially the layered ones dyed in bright hues to match the colors of our flag? Lemonade, grandma and the outdoors. Ah yes, doesn't everyone have SOME memory of any or all of these? And what about sodomy? Think I would forget about that one? What's better than a youth spent in cake and sodomy, after all.
And before I get to far on along I need to state (for the proverbial record) THAT -
I DO NOT CONDONE:
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VIOLENCE* OR MURDER
UNCONSENTED ANYTHING
UNDERAGE ANYTHING
LIARS, THIEVES AND CHEATS
WILLINGLY CAUSING ANYONE HARM OR GRIEF
HATRED AND INTOLERANCE
ANY SINGLE RELIGION
FORCING PERSONAL BELIEFS ON OTHERS
* note, violence of certain consensual nature - i.e. rugby, ice hockey, two people sparring, BDSM play, etc. - is a willing act of release and .. well you get the picture, yes? ok. good.
"In the inebriation of pleasure one must utter powerful or dirty words. One must adorn these words with the utmost luxury of expression. They must scandalize as forcefully as possible, for it is so sweet, to scandalize."
-Marquis de Sade-
(Thank you Allison!)