I'm standing on a hill as I type this. I'll add the picture later. Off to the west is a pink and purple sunset, as well as dark clouds and lightning flashes, as well as rain that's not even making it to the ground–it evaporates on the descent.
Why am I telling you this? Because I can. As if any other explanation is warranted.
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This is me.
No, really.
I am a writer, poet, spoken word performer, actor, singer, improviser, content creation and idea machine, freelance iconoclast, and the internet's janitor that dispenses pop culture wisdom to the protagonist of your choice. I have seen too many movies, read too many comic books, and when the zombies finally come, I'm the one you want to call. I sure as hell won't answer the phone, but it's the thought that counts. I advise people on the net, websites and technology, because I know these things instead of having a life or sleeping.
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