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About Me

Well...The French love me. Rednecks think i'm funny. Charleston people are not really sure what to think and old women think i'm charming...and girls seem to like my stomach... I don't know why. I won an auctioneering contest at age 7 which my momma reminded me of recently. She said after the win I pulled a pocketknife on her for unknown reason's. I'm Ambidextrous, which I hear is a form of brain damage...It's kinda nice when you are involved in a bar fight. I've been a preacher,thrown rocks and played the organ to heal my younger cousin, whom I love. Nowa' days I hate churches...humm. I am currently trying Buddism to find more spiritual fullfillment. Who knows, but it seems to fit me pretty good. Oh yeah, I fought the law and I won...I made a cop stutter in a courtroom, he didn't know I'll argue with a tree. I also am a singer/songwriter and will one day make you cry into a cold miller high life...just wait. I also predict future events. The ghost of Vlad the impaler has followed me through several moves. There's more i'm pretty sure...just ask.
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My Interests

Styrophobia-(I have a fear of styrofoam), The condition of Howard Hughes bercalounger after years of reclusion,my 55' gibson country western guitar, Scottish Clans, I pretty much find everything interesting...or annoying.

I'd like to meet:

My uncle bubba in the spirit world, he was a true aries baby and taught me to make the world adjust. A talking turkey leg or pigs foot. A talking phonebook. A talking Cockroach. If it talks when it shouldn't, I would love to meet it. Also, a famliy of friendly easter bunnies. Chocolate Poodles. Loose women with lots of cash, and a weakness for the whiskey, a sandwich when I'm hungry. Hank Williams and Syd Barrett so we could try our hand at landscaping.

Music:

Birds whistling in trees. A shotgun blast in a bathroom. leather soled shoes on a marble floor with a little sand on the bottom. the sound I make when I fly in my dreams, a jet engine, A window unit A/C. Old western soundtracks. etc. etc.

Movies:

Karate movies, Westerns, Fargo, Bigfoot footage...he just kinda disappears whenever you look at him...hummm.

Television:

Deadwood,Little house on the prairie,Frontline, Independent lens, Brak.

Books:

Ask the dust, Why I'm not a Christian, The Simple Path, The rights of man, The brotherhood of the grape, Tales of ordinary madness,Ham on Rye, Howard Hughes Bio, WWII books, The dragons of eden, Fear and loathing, generation of swine, William Blake stuff,On the road, Mushroom fact book,The Nikoli Tesla story, Autobiography of Charles Darwin,Grievious Angel,Camus, Lonesome Traveler, Vlad the Impaler Story(thanks, Derek!),All sorts of strange books by people i've never met.

Heroes:

Henry Chinanski, Thomas Paine, Bertrand Russell, Dennis Mckenna, Enoch the prophet, The freshwater garfish, Bigfoot...and my pops and momma.

My Blog

Tin cans and turpentine.

Sometimes the lights should just stay off. Sometimes, words are greater than color. Sometimes, I enjoy the stench of gasoline. There is truth to be learned from an obvious liar...don...
Posted by WIlliam H. Ray on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 12:48:00 PST

The roof has collapsed at the adult education center(poem)

THE ROOF HAS COLLAPSED AT THE ADULT EDUCATION CENTER. The bones ache And the mind waves the white flag. Every forced movement out of Sync The legs sway like a tower made of hot rubber. the to...
Posted by WIlliam H. Ray on Sun, 23 Jul 2006 10:39:00 PST

Tonight, there was a meltdown(poem)

Tonight, there was a meltdown. Handel vibrating the door handles Lame eyes fascinated by the rear view Indeed! objects were closer than appeared stage lights Nightlife metallic aftertaste of alcoho...
Posted by WIlliam H. Ray on Thu, 13 Jul 2006 05:36:00 PST

Violets in New york(poem)

Violets in New York. She is in New York with sadness in her heart The phone is hot and warming the face. Her words delicate blades of truth. It has serrated notches along its ridge. Like a misused sh...
Posted by WIlliam H. Ray on Tue, 04 Jul 2006 08:07:00 PST

a SHORT STORY...

A SIMPLE CRAFT, A SIMPLE FAILURE and A SIMPLE ESCAPE. "Some say it was great meteors that caused those swamps"...the old tattooed sportsman said, analizing the world around him.....
Posted by WIlliam H. Ray on Tue, 13 Dec 2005 08:25:00 PST

Short story...

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Posted by WIlliam H. Ray on Thu, 08 Dec 2005 06:28:00 PST