Miss employed poet, out of touch philosopher, rusty mystic, failed messiah, exmarine, stranded in lower middle management within a fortune 500 corperation.
Looking for a position as a mercenary in a revolutionary seperatist army, somewhere sunny with a cool breeze, can do propaganda when there's not enough
murder to go around. Three squares, a wool rug, pillow, roof over my head, and a standered ration of opiates. Refr.'s available. contact: Yahoo:
feanor_fingolfin2000 email: foulmofoker@hotmail.com