Biography
I've been writing since I was a little kid, for all the good it's done me. Gah. I never know what to tell these boxes.
Samples
Sc(avengers) The demon sun laughs and spits blisters. Little sinners dig their feet into sand pocked with the dens of antlions, retching, as mother’s cigarettes are passed around. Soon there will be a riot of sound, blows, blood, and broken teeth; but it’s quiet now.
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