A long time ago in ancient Japan there was a ninja, like all stories that begin this way. His name was Tim. Ok fine, it was the 1980s. And he wasn’t really a ninja. He just wore his karate gi around the house. But he carried a sweet pair of sais from the flea market tucked into his yellow belt, so that kinda counts. Anyway-
You poor bastard. You’re lost right? See that arrow pointing left in the upper corner of your window? That’s probably what you’re looking for.
*Looks back up*
You’re still here?
I suppose this is the part where I introduce myself and the collection of Frankenstein scrabble monsters wandering about the place.
Welcome to my website, blog, and digital refuge – an asylum for my keyboard zombies and the inky, stimulated demons that bleed from my nib. No, that’s not a euphemism. Sicko.
Within this precarious labyrinth of PHP and CSS you’ll find breadcrumbs of readable fiction and biographical ramblings in which I pretend to know what the hell I’m talking about by using big imaginary swords. Er, words. Word swords… EUPHONIOUS FEL BLADES!
Speaking of weapons, at some point I hope to build a
n army of ghoulish slaves readership that will encourage me to write more consistently, so be sure to send any enemies, transients, feral monkeys, or annoying family members my way.
P.S. You know those badass digital paintings inhabiting my works of fiction? Those were created by my über talented friend and collaboration partner Ellen Lin, without whom this site would look as dull as a dictionary. You should check out her website for more awesome art. I’ll wait.