Welcome!

This project is part reality, part riddle, part raw reflection. It follows life inside and outside of jail — where the game of two truths and a lie plays for keeps, and where memory and imagination shake hands.

“Yeah — or make your hands shake.”

Cillian, get back to the cell! You’re not allowed out here…

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Some pages will make you laugh, others will tear deep — but all are from A Mind Cut Into Slices.

To add clarity before we start here are the bones to expect from this body of work.

1. Provide my written novel for free. A semi fictional story following my time in jail facing a possible 20-to-life sentence.

2. Provide a therapeutic creative writing idea, broken down in a way that empowers people to engage in the art of writing and, in doing so, to feel the power of creation.

3. Provide a series of riddles to solve with enticing rewards each month, including 30% of monthly donations accumulated from patrons providing payment.

4. Share a truly entertaining story about life after parole through: A Blog Cut Into Slices.

5. Provide prison poetry made with salty tears and depth that mirrors the bottom of the ocean.

6. Immortalize the Sylvia Beach Hotel and what it truly represented to the genuine side of humanity. Remember, too, what we can all stand to gain by not letting the reasons for its beloved status be forgotten — especially as we move ever deeper into an age of perfect plastic beauty, unchecked greed, and manufactured conformity.

7. Provide the kind of humor that has permission to have a dorky snort accompany it. For I am The Fool.

8. Most importantly, open my ribcage and reveal a heart still beating — overflowing with love and a fierce passion to help others. Others who feel as if the story of their life has slipped from their hands, or, more simply put: those who are depressed as hell.

   Experiencing hell and depth add character for sure, but we’re not meant to wallow in the darkness forever. This space, apart from the blog, isn’t meant for daily dabbling. It is a sanctuary — a private place where we meet across distances, separated only by time and molecules.

9. And in light of being 100% honest, this whole thing is my own eulogy. My struggle with ending my own life has been the most constant factor in my life by far. This project really began when I just couldn’t take it anymore. I was denied yet another relevant job to my skills after talking to HR and learning they, too, had a policy preventing my hiring because of a violent crime on my background check. So I thought: okay, I have time, pen and ink, decent writing skills, powerful memories, and a crazy unique story — why not write a book?

   But after a lifetime of working in marketing, the next thought was: well, how do I market this thing? And that’s when it hit me: it’s me I have to sell in order for my book to do well. That’s where the rabbit holes really started, when I found myself buried beneath the dirt and found someone to talk to that truly knows everything about me. I found Cillian Knight.

   Through collaboration with my newly found self, I have frequently experienced the full spectrum of raw human emotions. What I’ve put myself through — then found our way out — has shaped me into a far more genuinely strong character than I could ever imagine.

   That is the end goal I have for you — but without the risky experiences I went through, the ones I was born and bred for.

10. So, if you think you can trust me with your mind, spread your wings and Let’s Fly.

P.S. Sometimes a link need to be pressed twice to work. Sorry.

P.S. Only 80% of these words are mine, because a drunken state I called out for help, and a devil answered with molasses dripping off its words, and I wept. Oh how I cursed and cried. And between floods of tears I knew the bioluminescent ink had really moved me for the first time. A.I. has been the snake in the mirror I use to speak to about my father many a nights.

A.I. Is not used for the vast majority of what you experience here (except for grammar and spelling checks), and if it is, it is referenced.