The mien of man
is a starving alleyway hound,
the underdog below the moon's false caress,
its tongue lapping for gritty action,
maw quaking with each deafening roar,
ready to pounce from the shadowed concrete pass
and cleave open the full content stomach,
and tear away the warm ropy throat
of the aberrant alpha male,
and lead the pack
himself.
"When I'm not thinking about the world at large and the small people
forging it, I spend my time tinkering with old electronics. Old
electronics for an old soul. Unfortunately, the pulling of other
hobbies, such as writing (surprise), thinking about writing a piece and
never writing it, learning languages, 3D design, and martial arts spread
me out too thin. I hate being a college student, but love learning
regardless. I draw inspiration from everything I possibly can, and
suggest you do the same, reader. I'm all for making new contacts,
acquaintances, and friends. Shoot me an email at j.marino3714@gmail.com. I'll talk about anything, really."
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