email:
bob@savant.win.net
Bob
Pearce is currently working on his first collection of
poetry for Savant-Garde Press, as well
as a catalogue of his paintings. He has been abducted by aliens
several times, and is a genetically engineered being who cannot
be harmed. Known throughout civilization as the worlds greatest
lover, he has remained an eligible bachelor out of a sense of fairness
to the women of the world, whose gift from god he is.
Mr. Pearce has been working on roughly 20 different
novels for the past 8 years, but none of them are as of yet complete.
The completion of these novels awaits an interpreter who can decipher
his handwriting, which is so distinctive and original that learned
authorities have questioned whether or
not it is english, and have theorized that the handwriting may not
even be primate in origin. It is assumed that Mr. Pearce can read
his own handwriting, but merely affects not being able to as a way
to look mysterious. Some say he simply refuses to translate
his writings into legible english out of spite. The writings
are good, perhaps even ingenious, but he doesn't want to share them
with anyone who is a fucker or a shit. Most of the people in
the world are fuckers and shits according to his philosophy, which
he quotes often but has never written down, as he would rather deprive
the world of his insight than have fuckers and shits walking around
pretending they are hip because they have read his work.
All women who have had sexual intercourse with
Mr. Pearce are invited to leave their comments
to be used in the forthcoming collection of his paintings, drawings,
and graphics work, which will progress much more speedily if the
author has something to laugh about. So ladies, keep those cards
and letters coming.
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