Actually, I really have created quite alot. Too bad it's so fragile. I suppose, because of the fragility of my media, I've lost more work than is extant. But what is extant is still prodigious. Read the poems. Or the songs. Or the essays. Or fiction. Listen to the mp3s. There's megs of drivel. But we'll never know for sure what was lost. The last time I paved the hard drive I lost what I thought was the best version of In The Mourning. It wasn't the first time. Poems... gone. Essays... fiction... what you see is the result of aleotoric principle in action, random carelessness applied to a vast amount of work. Enjoy what's left. I'll make more as I lose others.