fescado

Im fes or so thats what im called, not because it was given to me by the people who conceived me, but just beucase things are what they are.Due to circumstances in and out of my power i am where i am at this second. I guess as you would say i am a starving artist not in the sense of food, but for the avant garde, the different, its like digging through your mind for the deepest darkest crevice, the most extreme part of your imagination and unleashing that.Looking past what is there, past the illusion man has created for himself, past any pigment, any color any spec your eye can ever perceive, free your mind and wake up, realize your trueself who you truly are inside past the illusion the soul that is acheing to get out.I have a pretty interesting mind but you wont know unless you speak to me<looking for rain, diggin for life , answers can't explain, such a terrible strife.tell me where's your lover show me to your bride.a person, to whom your life has mattered, after youve died.are they hard to find.because your all alone, is it more like looking for a grain on a stone.or are you happy, with your life indeed, are you content to wallow in your filth and greed.have you seen your destruction.now can you see your demise, now that you look at it it wont be such a surprise.-fez