Why do I write? I write to impart upon the reader words of wisdom. Wow. Yes indeed, welcome to the idiot box. I am but the prophet of end times, delivering his message with morbid nursery rhymes. Uplifting the spirit, so that it may see, the view before the fall. Trying to find meaning within a void, life forever crashing into a wall. As I lead the happy time parade I have self-published ten books. Two are novels “Dawn” and, title, slightly sarcastic, “What a Wonderful World”. One is a novella “Xavier Cockroachal Damon’s, Um, Entirely Fictitious Autobiography By Xavier Cockroachal Damon and, Um, In Many Ways the Character is Not at All Like Me I Guess That is Somewhat Ironic. Three are collections of shorter works “Autobiography Second Verse, For He Whom Life Forever Curse, and I Will Create Stars in an Empty Sky, Third of the Absurd, and the Mysteries That Follow, Entries Up to Six, Hanging From Your Crucifix” and “Love is What Will Make an Immortal Die, Climb From Hell, Motel Hell. 3 Stories” and “Cockroachalisms: Life Lessons Learned on My Journey Through Life, and Gus Versus the Evil Gods, and U Is All a Bunch of A-holes, and Love an Ode to Valentine’s Day, and Hope”. Don’t think I need to mention this, but my specialty is writing compilations of shorter works with short titles. The rest are plays. “Dung A Play”, “Just One of Those Days (A Play)”, “Suicide Fanatics and The Amnesiac (Two Plays”, and “Dog Years Within the Curse of 7. Two plays, Or Technically Would That Be 14 Plays?”