User:Walkingdoctortonnan/sandbox/Walking Doctor Tonnan

Walking Doctor Tonnan (AKA Dominic Jonathan Francis)
Born on February 13th, 1993, Walking Doctor Tonnan arrived at university, got kicked out after writing an essay on marijuana, jumped off Archway bridge & into a two-month coma, then started to write a novel & sing his poems. He won the Reuel prize for upcoming poet in 2017. It has been rumoured that Tonnan has read over 9 books and can play guitar slightly better than the average person born in 1993.

Tonnan has released two albums Worlds That Lovers Bent & Welcome to Planet Earth.

Tonnan's novel God's Pretty Game of Grotesque Puppets is out now. A radio-play performed by Sam Raven is available to stream on Tonnan's site.

Tonnan released a short science book for struggling science students:"Simple Science Made Complicated: Do Your Homework"

Tonnan released "The Best of Walking Doctor Tonnan", a 438 page book that contains his favourite material.

Tonnan has also released as Greatest Hits Album available on his website.

Here is are a few extracts from Tonnan's novel: ''When two humanoids meet for the first time on Restralardin, in formal circumstances it’s considered polite for each to pluck three hairs from their head and give them to the other to swallow. It’s rather rude to refuse to consume another’s hair and the ritual represents the notion of personal sacrifice for the sake of oneness. Rockland is my fellow medical undergraduate and his hair tastes like a bashful blend of stale-vanilla-fudge & halloumi. I quite like it, you know.''

''When Rockland speaks to me, sometimes I momentarily perceive what seems to be a scorching shimmer of salvation deeply distant down the oceanic canyons of his dilated eyes. I’m half-inclined to suppose that he was delivered to an all-encompassing nirvana a long time ago and developed a dependence on its ever-retreating quality of inebriating intensity. To me, anyhow, the flickering forensics of the forest-fire-glint behind his horn-rimmed spectacles always hint at some extraordinarily exotic form of insanity. There’s a duality, too, in those baby-blue eyes that confirms my suspicions that while Rockland believes creation to be conceptually callow & incredibly infinite, it’s ultimately his destiny to be awed & aggrieved by the perfect futility of the world.''

''At 7 P.M. on the second night of University, Rockland shares an ostensibly random & obscenely pornographic hallucination with me in the kitchen. I infer from his tired urgency that he doesn’t take the fact that he’s speaking to me for granted.''

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''The sentimental, sentient sense of an impending doom hangs heavy over the harbour of dreams tonight. A lonely couple of fishing boats are anchored to your right, swaying violently with the unbridled pull of the tide, which could climax into a deafening crescendo at any point. The horizon is a heroic haze of two adjacent planets. Photograph it and your camera will melt. Such equipment is not permitted here anyway, for the idea of freezing any soul forever is sacrilegious. Close but not within eyesight, a parrot perches on a pirate’s panama on a zeppelin that has just landed, serenading itself torpidly with a sea shanty designed to lull the listener to sleep with its onomatopoeia. You are sitting close enough to read a rusty metal sign by a solitary abandoned market stand where they sell fresh fruit and vegan vegetables to the deities during the day; it proclaims: Welcome to Hunfora!''

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''Through modifications in the coding of reality, we were able to give ourselves average-sized brains and startling good looks. In the mist of our third life, we lived in a highly populated world that became barren because Adolf Hitler & Leonard Cohen were stillborn. Nowadays, K & I make ends meet by sketching imaginary worlds: paradises and places of torment. In certain states of mind, we can enter these paradigms. Our existence is improved by the lifetime supply of illegal communist drugs that we acquired from a stranger at the real crossroads.''