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I’ve always loved playing the villain.
The disruptor. The chaos agent. The catalyst.

It’s been in me since the beginning—whether I was selling comics on the street, or crashing a sleepy book fair in a suit, putting up a sign declaring myself the world’s #1 cartoonist before anyone else dared believe it.

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That energy built my career:
DIY comic books.
Underground films.
A breakout YouTube channel with over 4.5 million subscribers and 3 billion views.
The Sean Ward Show became the #1 channel in our niche — proof that a wild vision could beat the system.

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But success has a way of making you cautious.
I traded swagger for security, heat for safety.
Trying to protect what I built, I buried the fire that built it.

Then everything broke:
My daughter was born with a serious illness.
My team walked out, abandoning major works in progress at the worst possible time.
Pandemic lockdowns stacked on top of everything.
The life I built collapsed—and left me with nothing but the question:

Who the funk am I, really?

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For years, I mourned the part of me I thought I'd lost.
Until one day, I was talking into my phone, trying to pinpoint the exact sensation that was missing.
Suddenly it jumped off my screen and wrote itself in fire across the sky.
Everything I'd been grasping at—my entire spirit of rebellion, swagger, and soul—summed up in two words.

Poetic Menace.

All of the doubt, fear, and anger vanished.

Poetic Menace is the fusion of art and attitude, destiny and danger.
It’s the crackle of chaos wrapped in elegance.
The quiet fire that was behind every move I made.

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And now, for the first time, I have the tools to unleash it at the speed of instinct.
AI filmmaking gave me a new way to create without compromise — faster, freer, and wilder than ever before.
Not bound by old systems. Not waiting for permission.

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This is bigger than my next film project.
It’s an expression of timeless truth—reconnecting with the infinite part of myself I glimpsed years ago.

Welcome to the Poetic Menace era.

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My First Write-Up

This is a screenshot of my very first media hit. It was a brief interview on a long-defunct local music guide where I took the opportunity to hype the pop art universe I was building