Your eyes are capable of hearing and feeling; a tear might drop. Your mind is capable of picturing. And I write words for the eyes to hear and for the mind to create images.

When I write a story, I feel I write the life of somebody who has lived, is living, or will live.

My friends tell me that I am a beast.

I tell them, no, I am not yet a beast. When I attain such level, I will make sure to let you know.

It is hard to write about myself because I change and adapt. I am not the same person as one hour ago.

I try to remain sexy for when I get rich.

To Kill Like Santa&quot
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would you read a story narrated by a gay boy describing the seven times he sold himself?
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