TheOptimisticDuck

code, fuck around on YouTube, read, watch movies, and come up with my next piece of indefensible, illiterate, inartistic filth.

crime, sci-fi, fantasy, programming manuals; mystery, comics, comedy and anything else I can get my hands on. Then I rip out all my favorite bits, get out my potato masher and MASH THAT SHIT UP into a hideous mixture of wet pulp and smeared ink… until eventually I get something that feels original, but secretly isn’t.

cock. Oh, how prettily it trips off the tongue.

cunt. (Usually. Depends on the character.)

fiction turns the author into God, and if I was God, I would fuck many gorgeous celebrities. But I’m not, so I hallucinate onto paper instead and you’re all invited. I dunno. Maybe I just like carving impossible worlds out of my brain tissue and opening them up for people to visit, like a sexy John Hammond.

a disappointment to my father.