"A bad witticism. I wrote it thinking it would come out very witty; but I had a vile wish to swagger."

I'm best described as a cynic with a heart of gold (okay, probably dirty silver) with a short attention span and a narcissistic streak that would make Han Solo blush. I don't tend to stick to much for long, so I find myself writing short stories, occasional poetry, and obscure meanderings using the written word in the same way that a junkie uses a syringe.

I tend to take myself not so seriously, but occasionally I feel like I'm making some grand point about the world that no one else has ever made before, and come across as some raging hobo on the street corner, only I hide behind a computer screen instead of a cardboard sign. The message is still the same; the End is Nigh (so enjoy yourselves.)