Introduction.

I don’t know how to start this ordeal, and it’ll probably blow, but I am going to attempt to do it anyway. My muses tell me, why not start in the Moment?
I will post at least weekly, and maybe at first it will be daily or several times a day or several times a week, until someone decides to hire me, or they accept my massive corporeal form at a volunteer organization of my preference.

Disclaimer:
I am more philosopher than artist. My philosophy manifests itself in creation mediums such as prose, poetry, metalwork, drawing, and storytelling.

I have never written anything more than twenty pages long, and that was a paper on the Collapse of the Greenlandic Norse colony. I need assistance by the readers in editing my verbose nature. Please be kind, I require buildup rather than breakdown. My style of writing is often with known contradiction to grammatical law, and is intentional as laws demand evolution and change.

I brazenly object to large aspects of reality. I play Devil’s Advocate, as that is how my father taught me. Observation and contentious opinion are a focal point of my writing, so that I might connect with others and not feel so alone in my philosophy. I’ve never found any one box to fit in, and so this oddity is an overtone to my many contradictions.

My existence as a Human American is troubling, to point of pain. My bitterness on the topic shall be evident. I consider myself nothing special but must scream out the poetic suppuration which clogs my troubled soul. I do not see myself deserving of a story, to even state a story implies I understand, and that is a jest. I know nothing of real hardship; I have never known true hunger or true illness, but I have known the pain of my society and my personhood.

Most people don’t talk about this pain, and they pretend it doesn’t exist. Our movies portray it as not existing, and those which do hint at the troubled souls of this country are often only sugar coating reality. The hardships of this nation are deeper than that which I have endured, but I have experienced and observed much for my age. I have chosen to expand upon this, and by showing my path perhaps I will reveal more to the reader. At the least perhaps you will know me more.

I have chosen different names for the entities I have known. What I say may offend and shock, and cause said entities to be upset with me. I cannot contain my stories for the fear of harming another, after all, we individually choose to feel harmed by another’s words. We choose to take things personally. If it is the choice of the reader to feel personally attacked, that is their choice, and I have no part in it. It is not my intention to hurt, but it may happen because of the choice of individuals.

I will begin with a story.