This site contains my version of poetry, which I call Thunder Fire or Special Junk, and clips of thoughts from my brain, which I’m continually editing. That’s right. I’m neurotic, so I often update old posts. It’s silly. And sad. And not well thought out. Initially. Like dying dinosaurs, it breaths to breath while it can. And it’s favorite targets are dinosaurs, too. ‘Cause that’s clever I guess. This is the place where I desperately want to please you and don’t give a shit all at the same time. Fuck off. Friend.