Quotes

"BY a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule."

"He walks these dark and dusty roads alone,
Surrounded by dark-eyed angels and sharkish demons,
Trying to remember who he is
So he can forget who he was."

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About Me

Name: What you call me depends on who you are.
Age:
Sign: Scorpio (the little belly-crawling back-stabber) or Iron Monkey (either way, not someone to pester). ;)
Hobbies: RPGs, writing, and studying martial arts, philosophy, theology, and magic.
Personality: Generally quiet and polite, if something of a know-it-all. Get very loud when I'm excited. Just don't cross me. Recently I've discovered an aggressive side more vicious than I thought myself capable of.
Likes: CHERRIES!! NUMMY! =^_^= And good music, especially sound-tracks. And good books, particularly fantasy. And RPGs (pen-and-paper...none of that lame nintendo stuff). And, of course, Keichan. +^_~+
Dislike: People who put effort into being stupid.

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We came upon another cross-road at 09:21 p.m., Monday, August 11, 2003 :

Song of the Moment
Bring Me to Life

I keep looking in the mirror each morning, searching for a man. What I keep finding is a bearded child. Will he never wake up? Or am I doomed to spend my whole life whining and crying over the loss of a toy, an early bed-time, or not being taken to the zoo when I want? -_-

Yeah, I'm feeling a bit like a baby for all the complaining I do, when honestly I've got a good, priveledged life. I don't suppose it matters whether you're rich or poor, nurtured or abused...at some point you have to be able to look at yourself as an adult, and take your life as your own. And if you can't...well what does that say?

Our path chosen, we resume our journey...