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Over 90 days ago
United States


I am aspiring to be writer. The type of stories I tend to lean toward are light fiction in sci-fi and fanasty.

I am seeking into developing my skills writing, obvously, and movie making, among other things.

Favorite Books
Fantasty goes to Lewis Carol's 'Alice' series. Realism goes to "To Kill a Mockingbird"

Favorite Authors
None at the moment.

Favorite Movies
Studio Ghibli, Pixar, old fashion Disney and the new Disney that forms under Lasseter's name. the Sound of Music, Forrest Gump, Finding Neverland, and unnamed others.

Favorite Music
I get tired of repitious lyrics on the radio, although I can enjoy the songs. but I sat up the playlist to play some of favorites that I inspired me, make me feel, or just deemed them worthy; other then those that can be heard on a monthy basis; these are mostly wordless music from soundtracks of movies. I believe in this type of music much more because it's wordlessness allows the message to be as diverse as the listener's mood, thoughts, memories, mental context, etc. beforehand. this making the playlist into a sort of musical gumball machine, in which entering my profile page entices a random tune or flavor, if you may.
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My Nursery Rhyme

A little rhyme, because I am striving for exposure.

SoDerick DimerLeft his timerwith his tiny horseSoWhen Dinah Dimpotimed her tempo,It ended in a divorce.NowDimer Dericklives in a barrackFor here he'll alway be fedButFor Dimpo Dinah,being a whinawill have her five-times dead.

The Nerd of Moe and the Sage of Copper

A playful poem precisely pointed around producing perseverance.

In the valley of Moethere's a town you never heardwhere it'd always snowtill a plague quite absurdtumbled from the downspokeand sliced off the headsof all the townsfolkwho dashed around like undeads.With the town disabled,a copper sage cameand overtook th...

The Foolish Apradore

A nonsense poem to settle myself into this account

The trees hated to think of wicked little babiesAs they wonder along the lonely harborsbut if they had some ice cold meats, then maybethey would rather ponder barbers."Listen to their mumbles, crawling through the air!"The tiny shrub did shout in pride,"W...