I was born a poor black child. No wait, that wasn't me. Ummm....let's see. As for my teenage years, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Damn, that's not very original. How about, call me Ishmael. Hey, it could be a nickname! Be that as it may, whoever I was is not necessarily who am at present. I am very changeable. See, you didn't even notice I've suddenly changed my demeanor completely because I am typing and you can't detect my altered mien because I choose not to use descriptors. Right.
In any case, this LiveJournal site will contain written works that will not be included on my blog due to space considerations. Mostly lyrics, poems and odds and ends. And the ends are indeed odd.