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Writer's profile for 'Dr. Tortoise' | |
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Email address | cyberdan2@earthlink.net |
City | East Bay |
State | California |
Country | The Great Satan |
Birthdate | A dark day in 1983 |
Sex | Male |
Marital state | Single, and currently very enthusiastic about the concept of "free love." |
Profession | Combating The Man by systematically getting bad grades. Yeah, right... |
Interests | Eating & Sleeping & Writing Online Profiles of Myself |
Short bio | Blindly living the media-governed life of the white straight rich suburban teenage male |
Comments | You know those fucking little birds that always dash in front of cars, only to escape at the last minute? I wanna smash ‘em. Cocky bastards. |
Exit Persephone (standard:poetry, 362 words) | |||
Author: Dr. Tortoise | Added: Feb 24 2001 | Views/Reads: 3940/0 | Story vote: 0.00 (3 votes) |
A poem I wrote while stoned. I had been brutally dumped the preceeding day, so the imagery is quite peculiar. It ends up being humorous, and having interesting psychological implications. See if you can unravel the convoluted metaphors! | |||
The Implications of Some Rather Greasy French Fries (standard:non fiction, 397 words) | |||
Author: Dr. Tortoise | Added: Feb 24 2001 | Views/Reads: 5130/1 | Story vote: 0.00 (8 votes) |
A log of my counciousness upon and shortly after looking down into the box of McDonalds french fries that came with my meal. Kinda funny. Mostly cute. Send me lots of criticism! | |||