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Before telling you about myself ....let me just say this shit here rocks... Good job to whomever made this shiz....And Now about me. . .What do you want to know, shall I regale you with tail of my youth. Or brag about my coolness, no I think it is simpler to say that I am the kid in the corner with the notebook on one knee, cursing bic for the destruction of the Quill. I am a creepy little person lost in a dream that I created for myself to sheild me from the world. I am a shadow in my mind unable to comprehend the person I am I withdraw into a night that cloaks the dagger of my dream. I use to think I wanted nothing more then to die now I realize, Life and death are naught but a fable derived from the meanderings of eletronic signals coursing through your nerves. How can I die with an unanswered riddle. "Am I real, are you???" Or are we traped in a snowglobe a fantasy of an autistic alien plauging us with an illusion of reality, when does god sleep? (Watch the final episode to St.Elsewhere; I hate the it was all just a dream ending.) You want an answer look in the mirror, and realize you are the answere because is, is, and does does.We are all gods children everyone (who ever god may be) ... we are all the mesiah inside and the only ones of us that understand the true word are those who know empathy... Now quit patting yourselves on the back because you know the meaning of the word or that Kurt Cobain used it as his epitath, because you know the meaning does not mean you know the thing...Be a mesiah or be a parhia, it's your only goal in life... trust me, mesiah is the better goal, but there are millions of Pariha out there and in my experiance only 8 Mesiah whom I have met. . . . When does god die? When empathy is lost... Now Fly away agent starling ... fly fly fly....fly fly fl But if you wanna know me, read a blog or two ... I go on and on about shit that no one cares about.Heh heh thats some funny shit.