From the eternal internet sites and endless jangle of myspace profiles, somehow - you have found yourself here. Most likely led by a string of people we both know, or even perhaps randomly skimming through myspace profiles in hopes of finding something worth looking at... well, here I am: waiting to be found is this thin string that connects a sculped surface of my life to the world of internet vagabonds. Here I am... or perhaps: Here's who I want you to think I am. Who's to tell or who's to know... Thin grasps of truth with a large dose of falsehood? Has truth been told as truth is known? Well, perhaps that's found somewhere whitin this shell of my reality... weclome to (my)space.
