I’m going to give writing a go. I’m not sure how well this will go. Hopefully I wont die whilst this happens.
Hi, I’m Chris (or SheepDip on Twitter).
I’m struggling my way through writing – whirling across the emotional spectrum of hilarious joy, black self loathing and all the hateful colours in between. I’m a man who needs an editor like a hungry wolf needs a tranquilizer shot and a big gate to be locked behind. Most of my posts, writings, lyrics, heartfelt love declarations will proibably locck liek is as I have the fingers of a blind butcher and the attention span of a sugar filled toddler.
Anyway, I try to be nice, but I often fail. There’s a soft and cuddly person somewhere deep down inside me, but parts of him have atrophied and his head is locked into a hawk headed helm (Bezark reference, for the win).
You want something written? Send me a message on twitter or here. I’ll probably do it for free.