We are broken toys that walk this rock. That is til we beome the lost ghosts that haunt the edges of memories. Then all ends, then we become forgotten. This is the way of life.I am known as Richard Hanlon. I am a gothic pysco-romantic trapped in Houston Teaxs. A Sous Chef by trade, A poet by soul, and madman by birth.Grandfather's eyes are my own, the color of the sea after a storm. I'm taller than most, shorter than the rest; built like a shadow.In a garden of stones I do dwell; within cinematic tombs I rest; shelves of dust covered books I feast upon.
Flesh is a temple to be covered with ink. Music eases my soul's burden. Montain Dew, my Absinthe.
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