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Poem / Poetry
Poem / Poetry
Writer, painter, Creator.
I really enjoy Philosophy, Metaphysical Science, Astronomy, Biology, Microbiology, Quantum Physics and The Occult.
Maynard James Keenan, Tom Waits, Stephen King, Alex Grey, Fever Ray, Alanis Morisette, Craig Owens, David Blaine, Edgar Allen Poe, Salvador Dali, M.C. Escher, Serj Tankian, Walt Whitman, Mark Z. Danielwski, David Budbill, Robert Frost, Dorothy Parker, Sylvia Plath, Marina Tsvetaeva, Emily Dickinson, Charles Bukowski, Carl Jung, Aristotle, etc.
I am an artist and author from a small town in Ohio.
I have big dreams, and plan on following them all.
Writing is my number one passion.
I love everything having to do with horror.
Fashion is as huge part of my life.
I love photography. LOVE.
Any form of art, really, excites me in some way or another.
My favorite bands as of now;
-Death Cab For Cutie
-Craig Owens (Isles And Glaciers, Chiodos, D.R.U.G.S., CInematic Sunrise)
-Maynard James Keenan (TOOL, A Perfect Circle, Puscifer)
-The Tibetan Book Of The Dead
The Metaphysics by Aristotle
-House Of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski
-Red Dragon by Thomas Harris
-The Silence Of The Lambs by Thomas Harris
-Hannibal by Thomas Harris
-The Regulators by Richard Bachman
-Misery by Stephen King
-Everything's Eventual by Stephen King
-Heart Shaped Box by Joe Hill
-Jeeper's Creepers 1 & 2
-Silence Of The Lambs
-Ace Venture: When Nature Calls
-The Gray Man
-A Serbian Film
Craig Owens, Maynard James Keenan, Stephen King, Alex Grey, and Thomas Harris are a few of my inspirations for creating.
"Because artists can be extremely eccentric and insane, and unfortunately, the people they hurt the most are the people that are closest to them."
"For me, life is writing and I can do it anywhere. It doesn't matter where I am. I listen. I write. I live."
“Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.” -Mark Z. Danielwski
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