horus823 Jun 2003

No, no joke, I'm exhausted. i've been writing about 6 to 9 thousand words a day for almost a year straight and my hair and nails have started smoking and glowing for no reason. So i'm either possessed, or tired and hallucinating, or both.

What would you like to know about me?
Well, before we discuss me, first, let me give you some advice.

1. I am not dark angel so don't ask if i am.
1.5 i am not mr. pig so don't tell me i am, please.
2. be careful because he(da) does have the language and talent at his disposal to run circles around you, so don't set yourself up, or me for that matter, in the process of you tripping around poemranker and getting to know the inhabitants. Lord knows some of our battles have left me vastly depleted and plum bonkers, not to mention lasting days on end, all hours, each second, every weapon the mind can contrive being hurled. I have met, counting on one hand, in all of my travels awareness levels to the extent of what he's capable of and let me glimpse, and let me tell you I've moved around, So since I'm in the middle of completing a new manuscript, I won't be able to help you, and you will be beaten like a 4 move chess opener with a nauseating new brass buzzer. I know that kind of sounds weird and all, but all i'm saying is I'm one of the most bionic minds and imaginations you'll ever come across. I never admit when someone's got a few up on me, because it's almost non existint in my spheres of movement, but then, one day that all miserably changed. The day I barked at that arrogant bastard, bot talk about stepping on a wad of hot gum on asphalt in August, Jesus, if I'd of known, I would've fucking just slept in that day. He Drove me fucking nuts for a bit sure, but the conflict forced my writing to anny up, and you know what, it did, and fast. So do yourself a favour watch him tango, you'll learn more than you think by telling him you can too. All silliness aside, I've studied his every move, and it simply boils down to a couple of facts.

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