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This is me. | The Mythical Legend | Random Thoughts | Direct Quotes and Pics | My Heart | Places To Go | Contact Me





Here it is Ladies and Gentlemen, My Homepage.








































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I hope to update this page often with new photos, new poetry, and new links to stories I am currently working on.

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This site has been designed to give a quick glimpse into my life and my thoughts. I have included poetry, pictures, and a few facts about myself.

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Perhaps the world is not ready to bare itself to the horrors of reality, but I am. I have stripped away the very consciousness which I hid behind for so many years. The masks of words and actions and lies all fell to the cold earth useless. The time for truth and self-interpretation is upon us. The days when the young will sit by the knees of the elders has come. Hear me, ladies and gentlemen, now is the time for truth and acceptance.






Updates To The Sight

October 20.2001- The site is up and running. Enjoy the poetry and such as it comes to you.

November 27 2001- Finally some new stuff. A couple poems here and there and a couple pics.

April 1, 2002- Today I finally got around to adding some new poetry to the "My Heart" and "Random Thoughts" sections. As well I have added a couple of new quotes to the "Direct Quotes..." section.

This Place

time stops for those with dreams in their minds and a message on their tongue
it teaches the humility of being one of the common
being normal is not a crime only an impossibility
for to be normal, one must say that "the whole world looks like me"
to be unoriginal is like being placed in a cage of words
yet the words are your own and the label becomes someone
a new person, a new soul, a new way to be
a life begins under your blind eye which becomes more than you used to be
your lies become the only things you can truly call your own
and your actions are all false since you can never go home
to the person you were or the things you did, a stranger to them all
you the world, you blame your friends, you blame the writings on the wall
but in the end you finally get a clue and back off of your diatribe
and sit down in your own room and read the words inscribed
on your bed and your desk even on your door
the realization hits you, "you are who you are" and you don't have to lie anymore.








































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