Crumb
Douglas
—as I have become known by those who claim to know me (namely the birds, trees, & long, flowing tongues of country rivers) —is but the latest in a long line of personas that have staked a claim to the inhabitance of this junkheap mind I once naively called my own.
Please, enjoy the various writings & sound recordings that have leaked from these mercurial orifices. Though largely ignored by the critical & commerical eye, I have no doubt you will find some beauty upon personal inspection.