Jared, 19...

Can't read but I'm an amateur poetry writer, crash-out collagist, former ice dancer, and 10 time heavy weight champion as a professional 'evil man' magnet

And blood-black nothingness began to spin. A system of cells interlinked, within cells interlinked, within cells interlinked within one stem. And dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall white fountain played.

~ Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

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insta: @carrionscare

Hey there visitor!

Is it 'carrions [plural] care'? Or is it "carrion scare'?
Who's got time to worry about that anyway?!?

Here's a blog where I dispose of my writing, which is mainly poetry, and hence absolutely constitutes as some form of waste. I'll also toss in some collages that are a melange of my lore and things I collected along the way. I also post snippets of writing I enjoy.

If the interface functionality is piss poor - apologies in advance - I was not made to brave technolgical frontiers. As of this moment I am shivering in front of my computer like courage the cowardly dog; the urge to hold up my analog antiquities [a book] as a charm against devils is overwhelming my sensibilities. Goodnight dear friends. ;]


Hope you hang out again!

- CARRION/S