.::welcome to the strangest place :: you've ever been a stranger in...::.

9.13.'03. s.a.d.d.a.y. I have come to the conclusion that I am an authentic replica of something cool. I am a music maker. I am a dreamer of dreams. I am no insomniac for I enjoy waking with no alternative. I have hereby ceased to become something normal people would consider sane, I do not roll over on command like most people and I dare to think for myself more often than not. I am a world forsaker. I do not pretend to know whether or not pigs can or cannot fly. I try not to torment myself- forever searching for the last number in pi, or contemplating the tyranny of the Disney Corporation with their grand plans for the “Disney Taliban Merger.” Just because its possible to mix the genetic profiles of the woolly mammoth and the African tree frog does not justify the fact that you can trade your game boy in exchange for the iridescent light put out on a cold night by plankton invigorated by the pulsing of the ocean current. The Jell-O industry is a fraud, only after your organs for the black market, but be at peace for everything is as it should be. And all I have to say to you is HURRAY FOR MOST THINGS! This is my website. Merely tales of my quest in constant pursuit for toast. You may look around if you like- however I must caution you not to take my random thoughts too seriously for they tend to bite like rabid one legged ponies.