About

Greetings. For those who engage in horror theatrics, you might know me as the MANCATZOMBIE or the post-apocalyptic Felix the Cat with his nuclear bag of tricks. However, if you'd like a glimpse at my cringeful alterego, I'd be delighted to show my face within the metal teeth.

I am 26, male. Funny-looking. Professional college student. Currently overeducated and under-experienced in those practices which earn what your average citizens would call "a living." Thus I've turned to a life of super-science villainy--seeking immortality and raising dead girls from the moist earth as I stroll through the public parks of seven dimensions, all after nightfall.

Seriously though, I've made a number of attempts to reconcile with the world around me, even if it means disposing of the stacks of hexagon-based war games bequeathed to me by my rascal Uncle with the lion's mane of red-hair, also a poet. Notorious for putting a cigarette out on the rump roast at the family get-together on Memorial Day one year. Weirdo.

You're most likely to find me in the OP/L doing the majorly uncool job of commenting on other people's poems, and thus spreading my questionable aesthetic tastes (as you may judge from my interests). Surely there are more profitable activities you might say, but once bitten by the speculative bug I am compelled to spread its brain-restructuring properties. Follow me and we'll take literature down the halls of science to be debauched on the sacrificial throne of madmen, deconstructing inkwell and ohm meter alike so that the green maidens may feed us green grapes of a lighter shade, never to be spoiled by their hollow cheeks and never-rot countenances. To the Chariot of Moistureyezer!