Cooperior

Zach Cooper,
you know... the writer?

Words, phonetics, speech; I live life in a realm of mouth. I am Zachary. I make love and conversation. I'm curls, droll and moth-bites: I'm seasoned. Don’t mistake me for a decoration: I’m not a centerpiece. I am a center, and more than just a piece. I have wide eyes ready to look at your collection of fingers; I have big ears to catch your timbre voice. Human. Comic. Interesting.
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I write. I write a lot. I’m a notebook full of rants and chuckles. No matter what I do today, I have in mind a million more tomorrows all begging for my graphite. I’m some windblown loon with pluck enough to forgo finding his niche but in carving himself his own. I read too, but enough of my being clever, how about you?
I indulge in whatever it is you do. Be you a creator of music or noise, images or blank canvas, literature or that stuff I read on forums. Show me something.
Know me better: I am beauteous, booming, blooming, bewitching, beguiling, and blearing. However, I am only beginning.