Peter M Casano

I grew up in the rough streets of Naperville. born with Barretta in hand and lit cigarette between my lips. You front with me and you better have the ambulance ready casue their aint no stoping this bull...

I was born in the subrubs of Chicago. The birds sing and flowers bloom in the feilds behind my house. In winter, white snow falls the ground and my love embraces it. I'm a free child, one with all that surrounds me and lives in harmony with me.



To describe myself would be to hard to truly tell as I feel it is for anyone. Each of us feel and think differently. I can be the villian or the priest. Each person with the capacity for creation or destruction. Yin and Yang.

As you can tell, there isnt anything read to read or critize me on yet... But Im going to change that very soon. The few things I have written are need work so I'll attemt to finish them soon. My goal is to try to post one new thing every other week. If you looking for accurate protrails of past events or blogs about myself, you might as well turn tail and head back the way you came. However, if your like me and find your mind in a perminate state of a dream world, place this in your map as a outpost along you journey. An example would be along the lines of something like this... In my world you'll find wastelands and devestated building, rock and roll kings, god plants, axe weilding clowns, reptilic fathers, industry made house cats, lance weilding knights, changling prostitues, heat seeking rain drops, feathered sharks, paper starships, cigar smoking ninjas, rifle carring lions, mutated pigmis, blind trappees, red skys, and ofcourse a little bit of sex and little bit of love. and Ill be your narrator, just a Barrette carrying, ciggarette smoking, eye patch wearing wolf. Cheers. So buckle up and grab your cloest 'Oh S**t!' bar cause im driving this rust bucket and I got a full tank of gas.

Yours truley,

Peter M. Casano