is the victim of a genetic mutation which forces him to manipulate words and ink. The nucleotide bonds which connect his DNA strands seem to be replaced by some sort of textual adhesive, baffling to medical specialists and lexicographers alike. In short, he is a born writer with a compulsory need to create new poetry and prose.
Christopher's first love, and sometimes current mistress, is music. It seems that the unique language of his genetic code has both musical and lexical properties. Thus did he study Music Composition, English Literature, and Classics at somewhat reputable Midwestern colleges and universities throughout the 1990's.
Poetics have mostly replaced music in this young artist's focus. His poetry has been recently on exhibit with The Green Tricycle, Papyrus, The Savoy, The Poet's Cut and in many other literary publications. Editorial comments regarding Christopher's poetic style have ranged from extolic ("...I like your work, and wish to publish it... perhaps because I don't understand it.") to damning ("...these seem like perfectly brutal facsimiles of Tate or Ashbury."). Nevertheless, his poetic engine continues in high gear, with an almost criminal persistence.
Christopher is also known to be sometimes obsessed with prose forms. His first novel, Fireflies, is enjoying attention from dozens of publishing companies' form rejection letter printers. He is currently working on a pseudo-supernatural human contemporary thriller called Testament of Wind, as well as some theatre pieces and short fiction.
When asked to comment on his writing, the scribe replied, "My what?" and busily went back to his notebook. Friends and speculators believe that it is his secret goal to be the first poet on the cover of Playgirl magazine. Christopher neither confirms nor denies this, but smirkingly points out his resemblance to Jesus Christ when nude. The messiah could not be reached for comment.
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