 . Who The Hell Is William Cruz and what's it all about? -------------> Snoopy bastards...it's not enough that I post all my work and spill my guts, delve into my deepest darkest secrets, and willingly reveal the most awkward, embarrassing, questionably functional moments, thoughts, and feelings. Oh, no, you mierdo culero ojete want to know something about my life too. Well ......ok. You probably guessed that I am currently from Seattle, home of the ever-developing corporate states of amerika, and ground zero for the most repressive regime in this whole united states - and I've lived most everywhere. I will address this issue in the rants section more thoroughly. Aside from all that bullshit, this is a beautiful, and occasionally magical place to be from. Especially if you like rain. I play trumpet, guitar and vocals. I like animals and I ride a Harley. I wear mostly black/leather and love my boots - http://www.stompgear.com I'm a fairly cultured person in spite of my white-trash-barrio impulses and have large libraries of books, music, movies..... I'm big, big enough to hold you down with one hand while I........ no, no, I'm really as soft and gentle as a creampuff. I do like kitties
and puppies and horsies though, and grown-up girls with long legs and
big I like to play the spanking game. (and though I'm usually the one who was bad, I'm also usually the one who gets to spank. Pretty neat-o.) I'm 42, and single. Though I did meet a buncha hotties at the National Poetry Slam finals, Poets are libidinous. Yummmm.... Fuck it, I'm not in the mood to talk about the personal details of my life. That's all you get. You're probably not worthy anyway, and I would just have to spank you hard when you sent me that letter bomb. Let's use a Bond metaphor. There are two types of Bonds - Sean Connery, and everybody else. The Sean kind of Bond was a bad boy, who could be charming and sophisticated, in short, be "good" when the occasion demanded - exercise a moral and social choice. But, his impulses were bad, and at his core, he was the bad guy and therefore trustworthy. Our man Bond would get the job done. Roger Moore and all those other gits were good, who could be bad when the occasion demanded it. But their impulses were good, and therefore suspect. You were never sure if they were quite ruthless enough. You like everyone else, are fascinated by the bad guy, because you envy him his freedom to act - he is not constrained as you are by a set of ethics you violate in your heart with every envious conversation, every glimpse of a tight ass. And, in your heart you suspect that those who make the rules are corrupt themselves, and ala Jesse James, the bad guy is fighting on the side of angels half the time. The person who is able to do almost anything is capable of making a higher moral choice than the one who does what they are told or conditioned to do. If we ever meet at a literary conference, I promise to reveal my true Bondian nature. Until then, I leave it up you the reader, to surmise. (All of the above may be complete bullshit, or the actual truth, or any parts per thousand.) In fact, foregoing an actual Bio - I am going to post stories that you make up about me. We are all just metaphors anyway. Send my life story, and pics to: ithinkurapsycho@williamcruz.com I asked some of my close friends to comment on the above, to give you that special personal revelation. JB: "Damn Straight!" AH: "Tell those wankers to fuck-off and get a life" One
of my five friends named John: CG: "Is there any more beer?"
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