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About Me


"... But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture, tell them that God bids us do good for evil. And thus I clothe my naked villainy with odd old ends stolen forth of holy writ, and seem I a saint, when most I play the Devil."
-William Shakespeare, King Richard III
I grew up on the beaches of Florida, but I don't know how to surf. I spent my youth playing soccer and D&D, I hated school, but I loved to learn. I graduated high school with a 1.7 GPA, but I left my first college with a 4.0. I was an artist when I was young, but I matured into a writer. As an adult I do co-operative writing, go to college full time, play video games, studied Chinese Kung Fu, and I have a few television shows that I watch. ( Battlestar Galactica, Rome, The L Word, and anything else that's obscene and beautiful. )
Mood: I am Jack's wasted life.
Current Fortune Cookie: "You should get in touch with your feminine side at this time."
I'm a full time student at Kennesaw State University (KSU), with a major floating somewhere between professional writing and photography. I have a computer science certification, but I've decided I'm a better writer than I am a cubicle warmer. I write short stories, erotic fiction, poetry, the first six pages of novels, and I collect fortune cookies.
You might find me leaning back in my luxury office recliner and working on the monitor tan, I could just off to the kitchen to fix myself a bowl of cereal, or maybe I'm just checking out some of the fine ladies that send me personalized Viagra discount coupons on the inter-web. I might be rocking out to an old mix tape I made for a cheerleader who slapped me in 7th grade, trying on some of the cardboard cologne samples out of magazine, but most likely I'm hanging with my crew in line outside of Wal-Mart at 4 AM on Christmas Eve, sippin' on a little Sunny-D, in hopes that they get in a shipment of Wii's.
The greatest deterrent to financial and social success in my life is remembering that the tribulations of my life are illusions. It is too easy to spend an entire life devoted to the accumulation of wealth and status. The world is so old and we have such preciously little time to be here. The most simple things are those that contribute to a beautiful life.
There are times when I feel like I would be better off alone and put away the search for love. I am haunted by too many relationships that have made me feel ugly either in the flesh or in the heart. Yet, I can think of nothing that would do more to make me feel some amount of peace and calm in life than to love a woman who loves me in return.
A living thing can be replaced with another, but a life, once extinguished, is gone from the universe forever; and so, there is evil in making war where there could be peace instead, though the grief of death can be forgotten. However, to be unable to make war when evil visits upon those you love is another kind of evil. The sort of which a man can never forget.
We have an enormous world full of people and places. There is no limit to the number of accomplishments a person can achieve in their life, and yet for all the things we can have and all of the things we can do, our entire world is only an echo in the night sky of some other. All I really want is to, at the end of my life, stare into forever and say, "I was."
... I could also deal with some Sour Gummi Bears.

My Interests

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"People like you and I, though mortal of course like everyone else, do not grow old no matter how long we live...[We] never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born."
- Albert Einstein

My Blog

The Heart of a Man

this thing is broken but the dust belongs to me it cannot be stolen it cannot be lost drawn from the sinew pulled from the bone tempered by the dusk and forged in the dawn from it I create myself in t...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 05:18:00 GMT

Tonight...

Street lights paint my walls through the shadows of dusty blinds. The ceiling fan whispers to old illustration who dance together on the wall. Disappointments and re-confirmation of bitter philosophie...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 01:03:00 GMT

katharsis on my dim smile

There are precious few times in our lives that we get the opportunity to truly understand, for a brief moment, that we are not the protagonist in this story.  We are allowed to witness something ...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 01:08:00 GMT

whisper window glass

It is in the end all the seas of sin and sorrow flow there from that riverthose unspeaking rootswhen leopard shadows whisper window glass and old memories rumble in a far foreststorm cloud eyes seek w...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Aug 2007 14:05:00 GMT

Its an old story...

On me let weal that brings no woe be sentand therewithal contentwho spurs the shine of right, nor wealth nor powershall be to him a towerto guard him from the gulf: there lies his lotwhere all things ...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 01:24:00 GMT

No Heaven. No Hell.

This is not my flesh. I wear it on my soul.  It is a thing of starlight; rough and coarse as wool. No Heaven. No Hell. Just a day that wants to rain, but can't. Unrequited love, for me and from m...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 17:44:00 GMT