Lorian Hennessiah

Born upon the year of Nineteen Eighty Something (Hush! It’s a secret when), legally certified in two countries, two cities, residents of one but citizenship of both and born of the house of Muhammad: pure blooded to parents religiously affirmed as same. Raised in the town of Pietermaeritzberg for my first years and currently residing in Johannesburg, I work seven seven as an enrolled nurse at perhaps the best hospital in South Africa, but my pay isn’t so high as RN’s get, but it suffices. Some evenings I work as a paramedic of which the pay is so minimal but it let’s me get near to those dying and mortals whom I like. I spend all of my spare time, which is very little, only around prayer times can I get some time off work and even lesser times between them I spend not partying or drugging like my compadres, but writing for both media of film and stage. I’ve had mild success in both media and have pursued both as a career studying and educating myself in them but it gets to be quite expensive.

I write for a man named Kit Marlowe. If it were not for him (and the Lord Of The Rings movies) I would be a successful lawyer presently and not a beleaguered writer (for writing evil works no matter what genre... for some reason, which pisses people off). I'd say from it I suffer with iconized treatment resistant Hebephrenia, or madness for the damn moon’s sake. Stupid moon. Making me Schizy with disorganization and paranoid symptoms but now in remission (yea!), killing, but that’s my secret. With long thin strains of PPPSD. Not meaning I pee from my pee-pee on acid dyathlimide, although that is a stellar trip, but I have what being a nicer term describe it as is called an anti-social personality, the which makes me into an asshole, but I do see a head shrinker regularly for it and that helps me from losing my mind and hurting someone. The which I have done before. Derr.

Due to irreverent means the sufferance for disease or what just may be from Lucifer, to whom I’ve given my soul that’s become fully evil I cannot maintain relationships, romantic or any other wise related. It’s never lasted more than a month and those who fall in love with me get their heartsbroken very soon after it’s making of love. I do nothing anymore unless it benefits me. Yeah... I am a dick. I can’t feel and I do wrong abjectly. More wicked than that douche who wrote the Satanic bible but more implied with that Marlowe feller I mentioned. A sin to God, eh me!