Forgets the paths he hath trod

Quote: "Being born is like getting onto an airplane that will DEFINATELY crash"- you, now. In this review i(notice how i do not capitalize "i" i feel like i do not have enough "worth" ) plan to discuss all of the intricacies of my existence. Ironic that even though i have been in creation for 38 years that i can somehow squeeze it into the infinitesimal space allotted. What can i tell you? i live with my mother, she had me when she was 15 so she is 53. i also live with my grandmother who is 67, my great-grandmother who is 79, and her uncle, 88. His father died last year at 99. We don't have enough rooms in our house, so sometimes i sleep on the uncomfortable roof. My only means to transport myself was a cycle of the bi variety. That was taken from me as a punishment for being disrespectful. i snapped at my great-great-uncle and pushed him after he called my girlfriend a "man-ish fool", which i still haven't forgiven him for. So now i have a skateboard, tis not to my liking. My life is a river that ebbs and flows. Back and forth like current doth run. That was a quote from my indian ancestor, growling snake. Most people judge this Epic book by its' cover. They know not what is disguised under the mask of mortality that society has cruelly placed upon thine face. But you probably have already judged that for yourself. Music is my passion. I am a TOP expert. I have perfected my own form of mixalidian and mode. I enjoying playing modulations and quazi arpegios. I have mastered the fine art of tri-harmonics, and the acient craft of cyclical dynamics and fine beauty of tri-tones. Trust me, i know what i am doing. I live and Breathe Dream theatre. My youth was corrupted by my father and is domineering ways. If you look closely at my photographs, the scars he hath giveth me have stood the test of time, both on my face and soul. My love life, to say the least, is "lackluster". I was engaged no longer than 12 new moons have passed through the heavens. Her name: Sheniqua. Her hair: Red as blood. Her skin: ebony. Her demise: Quicksand. i watched...helpless from the shores of freedom to her ocean of unwarranted captivity. i got the biggest twig i could scavenge for her to cling to. but her weight (just over 300 lbs) was all but too much for the twig to stand for. its integrity was breached, along with her air supply. Consigned to the void of death she was. Perhaps I was not worthy and therefore her beauty was ripped from my grasp like...i dunno....velcro...i guess. 'Twas a thin veil that shrouded a fat body. Anyway, since then my life has spiraled into a chaotic whirligig of anarchy. ever since that fateful morn, i have composed 512...well now 513 pieces on the subject of her.alas...this summation must conclude. so i bid you adieu....