seannelson

I'm the man who sold the world.

Things that stand between me and a roadkill grave: the feverish art of dodging, those out of the way points where my world intersects with the "real" one, my colossal, haunting left eye, a loving and savvily finaggling mom, the scars that armor my memory, a vampirish connoisseurship of life, a reliable white Taurus with a leopard steering wheel cover, an illustrated history of China, especially the sections about their literati, a respectable talent for lying, and an inkling of the fierce balance of the cosmos.