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Robert Edward MorelandFebruary 5th 1980 - was born in Newnan, Georgia. An American author of little importance is most notably known for minor fame via internet publishing and blogging allure. He was perhaps one of the first people to get laid by writing blogs and meeting hookers off of myspace. Circa 2004. Moreland's literary output explores human psychology, totalarism and mental illness. Mostly he called it a collapse of mankind, a brief and tragic romance of the constant raping inside of his mind.

Biography
Early life Moreland's mother was Irish, and according to one account, Moreland's paternal ancestors were heavy drinkers. His mother was raped at a young age and never showed any affection or nurturing to Moreland. Perhaps the first form of schizophrenia eventually led to the little bundle of joy being spawned. He has an older brother who is as different as night is to day than him. His father was an abusive, volatile man who served in the Vietnam War as a Sergeant. Moreland was taught to hate people and the world by his father. Moreland was affected by a story his father told him about a child he killed in the war. Moreland's father was not an intellectual. His gifted son felt like an insect in his presence, an outsider to his family. though intelligently superior..Moreland rarely spoke. Moreland was bookish and shy. Moreland learned of the story from his older brother first. Moreland mulled it over and over until he finally asked for his father to tell it. Moreland wanted his father to describe what it felt like to kill a child and the real reason they were called baby killers. Moreland's father simply told him of reality. The child had an explosive strapped to his back, and Moreland's father cut him in half with a machine gun. This story along with grisly images of death and seeing it up close at such an early age added to Moreland's moribund life and mental instability. He saw a teenager who had committed suicide and was deeply affected by it. His story "Darryl" was one of the saddest he ever wrote. "The young man always wore cowboy boots. He left scuffs marks in the tree where he had tried to climb back up". Moreland was in the first grade when he saw the boy hanging, and wrote that story later in the day. He has re-worked it over the years, the original copy has long since been lost.

He adapted to the anti-social lifestyle with ease. He knew death and he knew it was a cold place. He views the world as an ugly place and often writes of himself as being horribly disfigured, even though many females have blushed below his gaze and consider him to be handsome and a charmer. He thinks they mostly are lonely creatures who like accents. Moreland notes in his memoir that it was this hostile unstable home life that helped shape Moreland's grim creativity and rather unique writing style which is elusive and has been compared to a combination of Dostoevsky, Kafka and Kerouac. At an early age Moreland would write very descriptive and brutal accounts of the relationship of life and death, and was quickly reproached by his teachers and classmates. He began to lash out by making the writing more explicit and vile. Little has changes as an adult. He was combative and just as volatile as his father. He is selfish now, he needs praise and needs silence. He has always been fascinated by death and the effect it has on others. He has never felt the same, he understood the complexities of life before he was able to crawl. His life is scattered as his thoughts. It's almost stormy he would say. A typical 12 year old would pen about their summer vacation with happiness and joy permeating the page, while Moreland toyed with teachers by writing lovely as a bird about horrific mutilated animals and other deceased amenities. He would fuse in classmates names and morbidly describe them being tortured. Moreland was medicated around this middle school age and was diagnosed as manic depressive, which later evolved to Bipolar Disorder II. He still suffers from the happy-sad disease.

Moreland has led a troubled life which has included all of the symptoms of his illness. His boyhood is like his manhood. Both violently muddy. His limited publishing and mediocre internet fame has exiled him into isolation. He feels that no one reads anymore. His articles are pieces of his soul and he feels as if he is somehow prostituting himself by sharing. His real life relationships are short lived and normally crash as quickly as they spark. His failures are examined and then horribly twisted. Moreland is said to be an insomniac who lives in nightmares. There were rumors of his death by suicide in 2006. His 'Divine Love' rarely appears in his writing these days. "She" is apparently a girl Moreland has claimed he will always be in love with. He paints her in vibrant colors and normally is the only bright artwork in any of his words which are mostly gray as he described. He likens her to be orange, of a small stature and prettier than music. There are rumors of a secret unpublished memoir and a 572 page book that will change the world, something more atrocious and beautiful than Lewis' The Monk. Most simply ignore the fumes and have completely forgotten Moreland upon knowing him. Some were branded by his sorrow and morose writing style, it was once said that he was the unhappiest person pretending to be alive. He has severe headaches and a taste for classic cinema. His bile duct was blocked by gall stones in late 2007, this warranted emergency surgey and the removal of his gall bladder. This frightening delightful experience set in motion his hospital notes which were widely acclaimed.

Moreland currently lives in North Georgia, an abysmal detached life on the mud lake in which he receives little or no joy at any pleasure bestowed upon him. He works a bland job and has few friends. He immediately gives them his heart and waits for them to abandon him. He feels as if most people are vultures all chasing morsels and waiting to devour him and the others they take for granted. His faith is nearly non-existent and his outlook is gloomy. he has no set plan or goals at the wine ripe age of 28. his marrow has long since evaporated according to his myspace page. He still believes in monsters, he has battled drug addiction, a never-ending illness and is absolutely mortified by emo's. His writing gathered in puddles welcomed him to traveling abroad and a sub-human resentment of rocks and dirt. He views his world from every angle, from every perch. He is delusional and it adds a dizzy labyrinth to his one of a kind style. Considering the densly falling sad leaves outside, Moreland thinks it will be a despondent day.