Well this little lot's been here years now, so why change it. My ex thought it was awful, the little bit I let her read about the erection, but thousands of others have loved it so I'll keep it around for a while. I just know if I try and tamper with perfection I'll ruin everything.

Age   23 DOB   18th November 1974 Born   Heanor, Derbyshire, UK, 11:10 pm Occupation   Illustrator (creative prostitute) and journalist (painting pictures with words) Kung-fu credits   Black Belt in Wado-ryu Karate Philosophy in life   Fuck em Wicked Moon Main St Mareham-le-Fen Boston PE22 7QF UK Tel   01507 568318 (outside UK +44 1507 568318) http://wickedmoon.co.uk

Interests   I avoid work. I get much stick about this from one friend in particular who just can't respect me for my work ethic. She respects me for everything else. My sensitivity, consideration, mighty intellect, utter talent and ability to keep an erection. In fact when I drew some pics for her she wanted me there and then. Such is the power of art. I like chip butties, climbing trees and chilling out, sunny days and camping out under thunderstorms. And before another American asks what a chip butty is, it's a bread roll full of chips. I do like people who are out the ordinary, interesting in some way, and intimate chats. I don't like football. So art is a hobby, not work. Well that's what I liked to think. But I don't know. I'm restless, I lack meaning, I live in a world of thoughts a league away from anyone else. I'm detached, I'm pissed off and I'm going to Michigan next month. Maybe that'll be my ticket out of here. My family was RIPPED apart through an EVIL cult (forgive my drama).. see 'religion' below. That was when I was fifteen and since then, something strange happened. The only two people I've come to feel genuine respect for (I don't just give my respect away, respecting what people believe, I think most of what we think is bullshit) were good with words. It's how they think and can handle my questions. One other interest, I've taken up fencing, and well, not one to boast, everyone thought I'd done it before as I was so quick with an excellent parry. Here's the best message I've ever ever received. Fantastic. If only there were more people like this, who could entertain me night and day with their thoughts. "Hello. "I am writing with not much to say. Just purging the gibberish from my head as I am sometimes wont to do. I check out your site every now and then and still am intrigued. You may or may not recall a comment you had back from someone who mentioned their ghoulish girl friend inquiering about posthumous portraits. Well, I'm the ghoul and I am still on the freakish bent that fueled that particular question. I imagine people e-mail you all sorts of forgettable nonsense. I find it fascinating how many lost souls there are on the net and how hard they try to impress one another with smoke and mirrors. Very sad and lonly lot, there are a lot of people out there living inside their heads and suffering. Course I am a hypocrite, leading a double existance with multiple faces that I present to the world. One needs to, being a chameleon is the only way a person can get through these long days. Don't you agree? Like I said I don't have a great deal to say and you being a stranger may or may not have cared to hear this if you got this far even. I am missing something lately and I suspect it's my life though the answer to that question is not within my grasp just yet. If you are unhappy do you simply change the situation or carry on like a stupid dog being led around by the nose? Are you courageous or just merely complacent? Hmmm. All of this depressing twaddle from some freak chick you don't even know. What's a lad to do? "Shelley B." "Lying on the grass staring at the world,creating works of art,philosophizing,doing adrenaline induced activities, biding time with coffee/tea, laboring over amazing poems or art affiliated matter." And the best ever bio I came across on a webpage.. "Here awaits a 20 yr. old, san francisco dweller who revels in creating art, ceramics, photographs, furniture, clothing, sarcasm, and poetry which rests below this... "In my sparest of spare moments I endeavor to bide time away with tea or coffee and a swell pal, jumping into a toasty bed on a frozen night to read a thrilling book, listening in on my subconscious mind and others, lying in the grass staring at the stars, moon, sky or even various exhausted dog walkers while deciphering clouds and relaying nonsensical random thoughts on a good day to the person lying besides me. i also love any adrenaline induced activity ... probing and playful questioning, listening to another's whimsical laughter, grey cloud enshrouded/stormy weather which makes me cheery, and being consumed alive by life's burning falsities." Religion   Out making my own inner code. If pushed I'd shrug and say ok, I'm an atheist. I like space I guess (the stuff out there above the atmosphere) and the Never Ending Story. My favourite childhood film I'm forever proud of and which I could watch again and again (each time it comes on every year). Could someone send me the book and tape? Atheist would seem too little by way of explanation that I'd have to sit you down and chat for a night and a day. To some I'm just the doubting Thomas, the philosopher who goes round in circles, but of course, to me, they're just as stupid. Childhood   I grew up in the flatlands of Lincolnshire where the whores were fertile and the night forever young. Films   Apart from Falcor's first starring role (the two sequels were crap by the way) I was drawn to the humour behind the films Bitter Moon and Sleep With Me. I think it ties with my confused world of doubt, where self-inflicted psychological trauma lurks just round the corner - and a tendancy for humoured melodrama (take nothing I say seriously. As I say I'm bored and just like to wind people up. But it's all crap). I just remembered a dream I had the other night where this woman was really annoyed at me for using the word crap and I was like, really upset in some way. I always dream about being chased and hunted down. My life's at risk and I must excape at all costs. Sometimes it's these army type commandos and each time there are points where I'm inches away from being caught, and killed I guess. But each time the end is nigh I can do something that helps me escape. Well I either wake up or turn into Superman, creating for myself special powers. Perhaps cause I lack these in real life I invent them for myself in the dreams, an escape from reality, from my problems. What do you think? And what do you think to my sketchwork. (Meaning what would an expert prescribe if he saw these coming from a little kid drawing huge red gashes across the paper). Something to ponder. Background   In-house artist for the software house Bullfrog Productions/Electronic Arts. Journalist for Amiga press. First illustration break came with the December 1995 cover of Amiga Shopper where I painted their sepia Shakespeare. Most influential books   Quantum Psychology by Robert Anton Wilson and How to Win Friends and Influence People, the classic by Dale Carnegie. IRC   Never to be found as Dorokusai no more. Last words   I think if you don't like the cock below you won't like me. More about the artist

BBS   I used to run the amazing AVENGER Bulletin Board System. Here's what the users thought: "Never seen ANSI like this anywhere! Fucking amazing!!" -- Oliver Sawtell, fat bloke "EVERY BODY GO AND CHECK OUT MAVERICKS GRAPHICS !!BBS +44 0507 ... Then check out mine! hehe(if i keep pushing he might do some for me):-))" -- Peter Ridley, 26-Nov-94 "Just a quick note to say that your board is full of charector, and a pleasure to experience !!!" -- Nigel Woodley, plumber, 19-May-95 "LOVE THIS BBS... Ain't seen ansi Like this ANYWHERE!!!!!!!! "Love "Pongo ;)" -- Oliver Sawtell, Thursday 5-Jan-95, 2:00 am

Play the twisted genius and don your black cape. Compromise your position and play Lobotomy Dawn.

One last thing   I'm not a devil worshipper or into black magic (re wickedmoon.demon.co.uk). Demon is the net provider and Wicked Moon is a company name I thought up one night and two friends liked it so that was enough for me. My dad's a Pagan (white witch) and my sister believes the world is 6,000 years old. I have no religious bigotry against some of the nice chaps who pray to Set - if anyone's a 'bigot' I'd attack the attitude behind those who slag them off thinking them the anti-Christ, as if they're all bad. And on that note, I'll bid you goodnight. If you don't like it, I don't care, I'm strong I can take it.

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