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Ah, the boy of destiny1
speaks! Tis truly a momentous occasion for it is not often that the gods of
poetry should feast upon my words and drink of my wisdom. Alack, I suffer
from the wrongs of my forefathers - words, as they exist, do not verily
touch even the outer boundaries of my soulful brilliance. Oh, wretched
humanity!
Thou art too pitiless and too fickle.
Behold, the reformation is at hand! By my
troth, no longer shall the world be oblivious to my eternal greatness!
Apollo, god of poetry, writhe in agony and know this - victory is mine.
Through these pages, the world shall experience the poetry of perfection and
bask in the glow of my everlasting brilliance.
Peruse these lines forbidden and remember always that the truth shall set
you free.
Honk!
To love inanity
is to be inanity.
E-MAIL me because I care
1 This
is a reference to Bill Watterson's morally recalcitrant 6 year old
antihero, Calvin
This site was last updated
04/23/03
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