Umby

My name is Stephen Howard. I am named after my mother's brother, who died at 9 from SIDS. SIDS is more commonly known as Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, for those whom did not know. By genre, I am what is defined as a poet of angst and a writer of transgressive prose. Though, in these events, I have been nationally certified as a writer from the NCTE [National Council of Teachers of English, that's a few "of"s].

Though my work is shown of death and suicide, I am not a suicidal person. Nor am I an 'emo' by any definition.

Honest to whatever Deity you may follow, I have a decent life.

In my family, I have 3 younger siblings. 6, 8, and 10. I am 14, and one of my siblings is diagnosed with Autism. Another with A.D.H.D. Hence, they both go to therapy. This is not including my disease, Hypomania. The child with A.D.H.D. has hearing problems, and may go deaf by the time he's my age. At 4, he had more surgeries than he was years old. Kaylie, my sister and only female, is the only who is classified as 'normal'. However, she has had some stress being the only female. Yet this is nothing unusual.

My mother is going to college, or I should say going back to college. For a stay-at-home-mom, she has gotten on the president's and dean's list everytime. At least, to my memory. She obviously had to pay her way in, though this was through student loans. Ironically, to become a teacher. However, she appears to be doing well in school, none-the-less.

Father works at a factory, that is a minimum wage job. $5.15 an hour, if you don't know what that is. Hence, we have 4 children, one working father, every other person goes to therapy, and we can't get welfare because my dad works at a factory.

I do not live a bad life.

My faith is false, I follow no religion. At one time, I was a Christian. However, this is when I was 6 and was forced to give my father a blow job in a church parking lot. Though this is a story for another time. Hence, I do not live for any divine figure. If you ask, I'd say I'm Satanic, only to piss off most people. So superficial, eh? Well, I am a superficial person, especially if that is the requirement to have bliss. By bliss, obviously, I am referring to fun.

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Umby does perform commissions.
Umby doesn't even have to know the person he's doing commissions for, but he'll do them.

Rules behind these requests:
1.Please IM me on any of the following:
AIM-ShadowofXthewolf
YIM-flesheating_antelope
MSN- ramzatheforgone@hotmail.com

In that order preferred, respectively.

2. Please have an idea about what you would like me to write. Don't just say 'something sad' or 'something lovey dovey'.
While I'm at it, if you want one of these 'lovey dovey sad and lonely' type of poems, I may not be the best person to ask for the,. But I still will make an attempt for you.

3. I ask nothing in return for a piece I perform. I don't do "trades", I do more of "requests".

4. If your request isn't fulfill in about a month, then chances are I forgot it in my barrage of unorganized schoolwork, so please remind me occasionally. =S

5. If I do provide you something, don't be afraid to give constructive criticism. I absolutely love it =S