About
What is there to say about myself, other than I'm me. I can say that I am odd, quirky, charming and what not... but seriously, how honest are self descriptions. The best judge is through experience and contact. So feel free to message me to get to know me.I really don't know what to say or to write, other than I enjoy writing... just not about myself. So I guess here's a little of a random rambling from the insanity that lurks behind my cracked mask...
Through shadows and mirrors and sickly thin
Do the boggits and brownies come creeping in
Of brambles and bushels and hollows den
Come angels and demons, full of sin
Of wings of ice and eyes aflame
Of judgement's sword that none can blame
Save the sinner of sins that yet to come
Of absent gods in kingdoms come
So here we are, that monkeys be
Of accursed gift of free will to see
That makes a sinner from hearts of saints
In a tapestry of muddled paints
Do the boggits and brownies come creeping in
Of brambles and bushels and hollows den
Come angels and demons, full of sin
Of wings of ice and eyes aflame
Of judgement's sword that none can blame
Save the sinner of sins that yet to come
Of absent gods in kingdoms come
So here we are, that monkeys be
Of accursed gift of free will to see
That makes a sinner from hearts of saints
In a tapestry of muddled paints
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