Good evening, friends. Please, enter my page of your own free will and leave some of the pain, despair and strife you bring. Hehehehe. Now you all think I' m some Count Chocula wannabe or some emo kid wanting to be a vampire. You offend me with your prejudices ^^ But I shall let it slip... just... this... once.Oh, but I see it is I who have been uncurteous and omitted to introduce myself, forgive me. I am known by many, oh so many names, but you may know me as the Marquis de Vimanys. Yes, I am from France, although not by lineage. (Bien le bonsoir, chers semblables ^^ Si j' en ai bel et bien, ce dont je doute frequemment... Peut etre a tort...) I am currently floating around the ancient corridors of Trinity College,(The Arts Building dates back as far as 1970 ! Now THAT' s ancient !)delving deep into the arcane mysteries of History and Political Science (I am seriously regretting choosing the latter, but I like to think it will get SLIGHTLY more stimulating later on.) while I desperately try to read the course books while staying as far away from that sterile concrete monstrosity that is the Berkeley library and try to find time for my own pursuits in the middle of all of it.What are those pursuits, you may ask ? Well, apart from purposefully breaching anything vaguely resembling a moral standard and seeking to subvert our grand, democratic, rational world in view of establishing a vampyric aristocracy to rule over the frightened commoners like in the goode olde days of the Ancien Regime, I try and do something creative with my time and turn those, dark, dark, impulses, emotions and desires into things of beautiful horror (Or horrible beauty ?) through writing and poetry. Otherwise, I read, go to alternative soirees, meet up with others of my kind, and listen to industrial, among other things. I pride myself on doing nothing objectivelly useful, (Is cultivating one' s soul useful ? Well, to me it is, but to most people, it isn' t ^^) that' s why I' m in College after all :)So ends my long monologue. Apologies to those I have bored, and to the rest, I' m just behind the door of rotting wood. Do you have the courage to open it ? And finally, to my dear kindred, always remember : beauty and perfection in all earthly things. *kisses* real editor best profile tools real editor best profile tools
