TL Kincaid
Agent: [Can't afford one. I'm an aspiring writer. you know, the old, starving artist cliche. Only, I'm not really starving, I mean, I can afford cheeseburger 12516 Warwick Ave
Baton Rouge, Louisiana, United States Email: misanthropy_pistol@hotmail.com AOL: Teremijah
I was born a while back and ever since then I've been breathing in and out at a pretty consistant rate. Blood pumps theough my veins, also at a pretty consistant rate, unless I'm horny or scared--and I'm both of those things quite often.
I was abandoned years ago in a sewer by my parents, a deformed circus midget and her faithful horse, Ivan. They left me for dead, but I was raised by the rats. I survived on a diet of crack and human waste until I was three-years-old. At which point I left the sewer and started whoring myself out to old men with putrid limp dicks that you had to suck forever to get hard.
Eventually, the police took me in a rehabilitated me as best they could. I was forced to attend school and stuff like that. When I was six, I raped my Teacher, Mrs. Tammi. Don't fret folks, she was a real bitch--gave my crayon drawing of a woman sucking off a horse an D-.
After I dropped out in second grade, I joined the screenwriters guild and wrote the script for Titanic, my version was not used because James Cameron didn't like my UFO ending.
Speaking of UFO's, I was once abducted by aliens. They performed hideous experiments on me, but it was pretty cool. I really found the anal probe to be reasonably enjoyable. I don't know. Maybe I'm just odd.
Well, I could write more, but my fingers are cold. Don't you hate that? It makes them all brittle.
See you motherfuckers, later!
TL KINCAID
Interests: I like anything that requires little movement and involves a lot of pleasure. I'm the typical lazy fucking no-ambition slacker, and I'm evil beyond all cognition. I sort of want to be a serial killer, but I dont know any one worth getting off my ass to ki
Published writer: No
Freelance: No |