I created this website as a side project while teaching myself the craft of screenwriting. I was a passionate storyteller, but could tell I wasn’t ready for my audience. So I studied narratives instead, like an amateur biologist studying the biodome, looking for clues on how it works and why it exists in the first place. This led to an intellectual adventure of sorts that spread to consciousness, dreams, religion and mysticism. Later it also seeped into propaganda, media and ancestral politics. As years passed, I remained an unpublished writer who sneered at pop culture, but couldn’t get enough of it. Something was missing in their storytelling which led me to re-write their works so as to find my distinct writing voice, my niche, a bit at a time. Some have called me a journalist, but no one yet has called me a creative writer but I believe I am on a better path with neither. My stories aren’t entertainment pieces, they’re conversations with people who loved writing and its origin story.
Is Writing the Beautiful Beast? The oh so beautiful beast, death and life incarnate, to That which I consumed daily and to That which I have sacrificed my sweet extinguishment to a frenzy so pure, so chaotic only to drift back into the forces of the living upon which I have grazed upon before We met? I am coming for you too an embrace so sweet and so strong our tears will wipe away Thy sins of Antiquities. Amen.