About the Author

by Viktor Tejada

The Coiner was born on 17xx in Whaaat, XY. Widely known as the time travelling poet, he has fucked up lives more than you can ever imagine. The reason as to why his writing career has become so successful continues to boggle the minds of world renowned analysts. He died 65 million years ago, along with the dinosaurs. One night, he spilled beer all over the control panel of his time machine and was sent to the beginning of the end of the Cretaceous Period. However, a number of cults claim that he is still alive, as he was sent to The End of Time instead, and experiences all of time simultaneously, now being omnipresent in the form of a Gluggenshlapp.