Who
I Am, a Strange Life.
As you can probably tell, besides the love of words, I love animals
and nature more than anything in this life. I feel a natural affinity
with both of them. I call myself the Unknown Writer, because I am
a frustrated writer, have been for years. The closest I came to
getting into my craft was during the time I was writing lyrics.
That was perhaps the happiest time of my life, even though I was
miserable with everything else, as you will see in my Macabre First
Marriage. My ex wrote the music and I wrote the lyrics. This dream
was taken away from me when it was brought to the attention of my
ex (who was "offically" in charge of our studio) that
the words were excellent, and so much better than when he had been
on his own, writing music and words. That was pretty much it for
me. He had heard it too many times and in the paranoic state of
mind he was in he cut me off from everything musical and creative.
He cut me off from what I loved most, writing. That's when my hell
started....and believe me, it was hell. There was much more going
on than just the music. As usual, it was a front for another illegal
operation.
Looking back, I have to say that there's never been anything ordinary
about my life. As I recall in detail some things and catch flashes
of memories here and there, I see how "beyond the horizon"
my life has really been. While living in the moment things were
so bizarre that it was too much to actually accept, but there was
no escape. There was no other way of life. You will see a pattern
of self destruction emerging in "Background." Things get
progressively worse as I take you into "My Macabre First Marriage."
Funny, this relationship starts and ends with me seeing a Tarot
Reader, the first one in Los Angeles and the second one in Arlington,
Texas. Click
here for more. |
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have always been a believer in the supernatural. My experiences
are found in a yet to be created file in Background. It seems that
in some way or another, very bizarre things happened around me that
could not be explained. They didn't always happen when I was alone
either. I sent my mother and two sisters running from my room in
fear when something made a stream of smoke from an incense stick
spell words. I, was terrified, too, because after that event things
got very intense with the occult. Looking back, I always wonder
if what was going on was what is called "teenage kinesis"
(caused by a teenager's out of control emotions) or if these things
were actually manipulated by something other than me. As is possible
with most people, I am psychically inclined and am always testing
myself in little ways. The paranormal has always been, and remains,
my major fascination. |
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