The world in all its spinnig glorey a myriad of cascading crystals shining in the heat of the sun All this is there to be seen over and over again each time a different light cast upon somthing that seemed so familier at first To miss but a moment to not travel and see all there is to see now that would be uninteresting to me.
As i travel down the ages of my existence i meet maney and each epoch within my life time brings new and exiting people in new and exiting places Every destination shows me a new horizon that i will travel to ,its a crime to not take the time to apreciate the twilights and dawns of outher civilisations and human races.
Musick is the rose whose thornes are interwoven in my hart ,blood and sap that seeks the constent nuances of the ever changing face of the muse its self
I still leave offereings of food to the telivision incase all those little people in it get hungry ;)oldhabbits and all heh
Ok my heroes are those mad crazey fools i share my nights and events out with That self same bunch of lords and ladeys who regularly share ancient ruined castles with me under the moonlight with flasks of earl grey tea and conversation about the Majickal nature of the world and the alchemy of life all that under a starry sky heh and you wonder why my heroes are people i know, i hav yet to meeet eny one famouse who matches them .