The King Of Flightless Birds

We've walked in his shadow for days,

and peppered the sand with the sweat of our brow,

His wingspan stretches for miles.

We walk,

We converge,

To the feet of this "king" to flightless birds.

Hello,

My name is Scott Smith. I write stuff I think and I take pictures of things I see. Some of these pictures move. Sometimes I write songs and sometimes I write scripts. Sometimes I play PS2 and sometimes I read books. I watch a lot of TV.

I've decided to work under the moniker, the King of Flightless Birds. I do a lot of stuff that never goes anywhere, this is my remedy...temporarily.

My spelling is terrible and I'm not going to pretend that every entry was thought up/executed sober, but I promise to do the best I can. Thanks for coming, don't shit on the carpet.