I tell computers what to do – so you don’t have to. I also write and perform poetry anywhere I can make people stand still long enough to listen. The two activities are similar although I’ve never heard of a rich poet or a poor computer programmer.
More lies will appear later.
Stalkers wishing to steal my identity might also wish to catch up with me on:
(p.s. my liver is probably irreversibly inedible by now and no amount of Chianti and Flava beans will make it palatable)