T ~ O ~ X

My Creation...I finally reached the egg on a Friday. My little tail was exhausted. Nine months later, my mother gave birth to me (and my shadow) onHalloween morning, 1970, in Germany. I suppose it was destiny for me to be this creature you see:
Dark hair.
Dark stare.
Don't like?
Don't care.
Bone-thin.
Bone-white.
Beware...
I bite.
Subliminal Message:
(Tom is the Antichrist)
My Occupation...I'm sick of sittin' 'round here, tryin' to write this book. So I'm dancing in the dark. Bumping into shit.
My Location...HELL (hel) n 1: nether world in which the dead or damned continue to exist (Earth) 2: infernal regions; domain of the devil and his evil spirits 3: a tavern which serves Southern Discomfort.
Synonyms: Hades, Sheol, Purgatory, Mississippi.
Random Thought:
(School buses have no seatbelts. That kills me.)
My Opinion(1) The internet is overpopulated with a species of people that need to be shot in the neck. You know who you are.
(2) I'm not an indian giver. Wait, I take that back.
(3) The best way to make a red light turn green is to look for something in the glove compartment.
(4) This land is your land. This land is my land. So stay on your land.
(5) Money is NOT the key to happiness, but if you have enough money you can get a key made.
(6) Behind every successful man, there's a girl who never dated me.
(7) When you're late for work, everbody notices. When you work late, nobody notices.
(8) Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
(9) No matter how gorgeous a woman is, there's a man somewhere who's tired of putting up with her shit.
(10) You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't roll your friends into a little ball.
(11) Financial Advisors never seem to be as rich as they say they can make you.
(12) The best way to eat a grapefruit is by yourself.
(13) We do not stop playing because we are old. We grow old because we stop playing.
(14) Sometimes opportunity knocks, but most of the time it rings the doorbell and runs away.
(15) Give a book as a gift. You can always borrow it back.
(16) The person who agrees with everything you say either isn't paying attention or wants something from you.
(17) Women in bars are like piles of dog poo. The longer they sit there, the easier they are to pick up.
(18) I don't do cocaine. It just smells good.
(19) The best way to entertain most people is to listen to them.
(20) There are 3 rules for healthy strong teeth:
a. Brush and floss after each meal.
b. See your dentist regularly.
c. Mind your own business.
My Religion...The Wiccan Rede: "An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will"
May the Goddess forgive me for the deaths of countless roaches, wasps, ants, fleas, and rodents.
Random Thought: (I kinda miss parachute pants.)
My Imagination...My mind is a playground.
Impaled unicorns and all.
Wanna slide down my cerebrum?
Nonetheless...
I am a timeless minnesinger of Vampoetry.
I am an adversary of the avaricious, unenlightened, thankless, and apathetic... all animated exhibits of Nature's benevolent patience.
And... I like boobies.
Random Thought:
I had no idea so many of my friends were 99 years old.
My Inspiration...
"Black Ink (My Rituals of Writing)"
by Mortox RavenkraftSitting in the van with my candlelight,
my furniture not cozy enough tonight
for my tall frame's writing arm
to pump inspiration from the brain to the pen
and back again.
Black ink!
Only black ink can turn Death into prose.
Only black ink can smear words into shadows.
Other than blood,
nothing glistens better in the flickering flood
of candlelight
than black ink
as it tells me stories.
If the Goddessphere shines in full glory,
my candles may live tonight.
Black candles!
Only black candles,
traditionally by my side,
until magick calls for their preternatural flames
for a curse,
or reminder of one who has died.
Nocturnal chamelion,
poetic vampire,
hidden from the road,
in secret attire.
Black clothes.
Only black clothes introduce my face,
my smile.
I think I'll stay here for awhile.
My mirrors and windows - mocking the fire.
Crank up the Coronach a little bit higher!
Electric violins with amplifiers!
Sing me my eulogy.
Sabbath.
Only Black Sabbath.