I’m a huge fan of writing and reading. I’ve always been drawn to the way specific words and phrases are joined together to form meaning, especially when it’s done beautifully. That being said, I tend to be crass at times. In a nutshell: I'm a bizarre paradox of conflicting traits. I'm drawn to the unusual, the weird, and unique or novel ideas. In that same vein, I like to see tropes reworked in new and interesting ways.I prefer interesting questions to satisfying answers. I like reading and writing horror, sci-fi, and erotic stories the most, but I'm not picky. It's just that these areas are where most of my own ideas lie. My tastes can be a bit eclectic at times.A friend here told me that he prefers ambitious failure to run-of-the-mill perfection. I couldn't agree more. I think this attitude colors my writing and the things I like to read. I'm a social introvert that's mentally extroverted, a private individual who overshares, feeling the need to talk, but craving solitude.Dark humor and sarcasm welcome. My cynicism sometimes bleeds into my writing, making some of my writing sadder and darker than what I intended. It's frustrating at times because I’m an idealist and an optimist at heart.I’m full of complicated ideas and complex questions, but I live a practical and simple existence.I typically enjoy things that require at least a bit of thinking, but I'm definitely not above trash. I enjoy smutty stories, B horror movies, and dumb gross-out comedies. At some point, I really want to write a children's story for fun. I'm just waiting for the right idea.I love reading poetry and like analyzing it (sometimes too much). I've dabbled in writing my own, but it usually turns into some weird prose hybrid because I usually don't employ many rhymes. Take everything I say about myself with a grain of salt. While I’m generally pretty good at reading other people, when it comes to myself, I’m illiterate.
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On the road these past weeks I found the time to recognize and appreciate the outstanding work of Paperboy, as well as the living presentation of Welshdreamer42, and Ping's impossibly creative offering. In addition we had so many of outstandingly true worth that there had to be twelve, rather than ten, runners-up in this contest to salute and memorialize our own, still dancing and dreaming and reciting, our own Alan.Will this be that long dreamt of and called for moment of coming together in sororal and fraternal fellowship and creation? Will all petty differences and inoffensive grudges be dusted off ones angry hands, wiped away from a distraught brow, be forgotten once for all. Will this be that time brought on by loving creativity and uplift presented to our own private godlings and individual godlets.Shall we play some blues to release and respond with empathy and understanding, if only we may, if only. We may.We traveled down the road of competition to completion and, at last, remembrance. Can We GET a WITNESS??Haven't we, as members for so long and through so much, done enough to earn each other's respect and civil understanding that we might continue this modest experiment in friendship and reciprocity. May it be so.Keep on reading, and writing, and posting, and talking, and joking, and creating in whatever way you may. It will be grand, brilliant, dope, ours. Our own site of friendly creation. I trust it will be done when the presentation of the winnings is complete. Beautiful sentiments, Larry. I had a blast writing for this contest and reading the submissions. There were so many inspiring, fun, and humorous entries. I'm happy to be here. I hope your words will be made so. https://i.imgur.com/Bo354Ur.gif?noredirect
Yes ManJim Carrey
Hot TeaMexican food or Chinese food
Home Alone 1 and 2Jurassic ParkThe Dark KnightTrick 'r TreatBlade Runner 2049
Started some tortilla soup in the slow cooker. I'm having some friends over later tonight.
Chill
Classic sports car. Probably a Shelby Cobra. WYR live by the beach or live in the mountains?
Yes - Slinking
Banned for being mischievous. :-"
I am relaxed.
Dear Dad, It’s Julie. This is the letter we always used to wonder about. It took much longer than expected. My timeline runs parallel to, but thirty years ahead of yours, and I’ve grown older here than you are there. You’re approaching the point where I lost you. A time when everything fell into chaos here. You wouldn’t recognize my world, but I’m still your little girl. I miss you...
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