

TALLULAH
“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
Chaynes
“Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream”
― Jack Kerouac
GOOD JOB!
FOREVER A CHILD
A human being who happens to write stuff. Some call it songwriting, some call it storytelling, and others call it “obsessively documenting weird thoughts”—but let’s not get caught up in labels.
This particular carbon-based lifeform also has an actual allergy to formal conversations. Symptoms include sweaty palms, sarcastic remarks, and an overwhelming urge to climb out the nearest window. If forced into a corporate setting, side effects may include excessive nodding, vague humming noises, and an out-of-body experience where they watch themselves pretending to care. However, if you’re expecting a doctor’s note on this condition, let’s just say it got tragically lost somewhere between “I’ll write that down” and “oh look, a pigeon.”
Instead of participating in normal human activities like networking and eye contact, this person spends their time stringing together words. Their work is heavily inspired by bad weather, good bourbon, and the persistent feeling that reality has a loose screw.
So, if you were hoping for a polished, professional bio full of impressive credentials and well-adjusted adult behavior, you may be in the wrong place. If, however, you enjoy questionable life choices, eerie melodies, and the occasional story about ghosts who refuse to pay rent, then stick around—you’ll fit right in.


SO DO YOU LIKE MY STUFF?
Contact me for questions or just to say a few nice words, I won’t mind at all.