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My word! My distinguished profile has been defaced by fun-loving caricatures, who dance away like fools, completely oblivious to my seriousness. Is there no place for an intellectual in this world? Can I have no peace of mind? Stop grooving, you little miscreants! You parasites! I'll have none of this! Stop it!
ubtly, words are changed, phrases rewritten, and old thoughts banished from reality. To the mindful reader, the change does occur, even when the old text's existence is erased completely, beyond proof and without a trace left behind. What have you noticed lately, gone except from your memory? Do others believe you when you remember something that isn't "true"?
All of my memories are false. They never happened, and yet there is an honest truth within the lies, because I actually believe them and I believe in them. For only a time or endlessly I may still believe them. Arranged for better organization within the mind, they take on the shape of antidotes with lessons to be learned and insight to be gained. Strung together with other events recollected, the story of my life, (a false and exaggerated one), takes shape. It is wrong and untrue, but closer to truth than your own perception of the events that may have taken place, for they include my emotional bias. If you're reading this right now, that's what your after. You want to know how I spin reality.
I change what's real and what has happened into, sometimes profound, sometimes silly, knowledge. I share what I feel at the moment of writing is of worth, and hopefully you see its worth. I'm more than willing to share if you are listening, reading, and commenting midfully. Notice when I rewrite history for that means a part of me has died and another has been born. Tell me when I'm wrong, and tell me when I'm right, before the last shreads of innocence within my soul die. Life kills them when they are not appreciated or when they are not shared. I know you feel them too.
The contents of this profile will not be proof-read, because otherwise I am not truly reflecting the moment honestly. They are imperfect. If I take longer than necessary to express my feelings, they may no longer be felt. The moment containing a belief that still exists or may have died five seconds later. There's more truth in that kind of lie. Tell me you believe my lies too so that together we can make them true. Tihis is the only way.
Disclaimer
I am picky. You may be denied access to my lies. Those who are not denied are people I respect or have a crush on. If you are requesting an add to promote your business, hobby, or special interest, please note even if I do accept that I will probably not read or view your profile very often if at all, thus making your advertising attempt useless. It is completely possible that I may be all for your cause or ideas but that you will still be denied. I am far more interested in individuals whom I already know or am genuinely interested in.
Also I may write something in french, because I'm trying to learn the language, (hopefully others afterwards), and it may be horrible and butchered. I'm always looking for people who can help me out too.
If you've managed to read this entire thing, I'll be scared. I haven't even read it all.