[Spot] Equinox

"...Becuase I'm the middleman. The shortest distance between two points is not a straight line - it's a middleman..." -- The Fountainhead (II,X,320)

I'm dying my hair RED. Yippee!

Oh, I forgot to tell you. I added two new links up there. About Me and Photobook, both which are still incomplete. But go ahead take a look at them.

Newest Accomplishment! View my International Poet of Merit Silver Award.

Oh, I watched A Beautiful Mind a couple of days ago. It was all right. I hadn't cried because of a movie since I was ten, about seven years ago. I didn't like it either. The same as Vanilla Sky, I'm already crazy enough. I don't need to see movie like that. But otherwise, if you aren't crazy, go ahead and watch it. I"m sure you'll like it.
By the way, I hate someone.

Currently still reading:

Things change, things happen. To bad there isn't a time machine.

You will marry NEO (played by Keanu Reeves) from The Matrix, live in a big metal ship trying to escape from a world controlled by computers, and spend your days travelling through phone lines, hacking into the Matrix, and dodging bullets in slow motion.

What's YOUR M * A * S * H future?

After trying to promote my site, I think I've found out that I was only under the illusion that three people actually come to my site. I think the average is even less. Not only that, but the one person who had a link to my site recently discontinued his services. This being because my site isn't pretty. Yes, I still use the template and what? So my knowledge on web design is pitiful, who gives a damn? Shouldn't a site be based on it's content not it's looks. Now, not only do I have to deal with making my outer appearance look presentable but also I'm being judged on the looks of my site. So now I have to study some web design, come up with some neat tricks, all just to catch the reader. Now that I live in this world full of frames and bolds, script and languages. My viewing public will be bedazzled be my designs and won't notice the writing. But that's fine. If that's what you World Wide Web people need I'll give it to you.
So if you don't see me in a while, you'll know why. I'm busy wasting me time learning how to be beautiful on the outside only so you naive freaks will forget about the inner part of this site!

You will never believe what happened to me. OK, the story begins about five years ago, when I was in seventh grade. My friend and I had a slambook, which was popular at that time. We wrote to each other in it and included lots of over stuff. She (Karen) would put in song lyrics, including one nasty one by Lil' Kim. So I decided to write a couple of nasty things myself for laughs. I didn't consider it poetry then, but it did rhyme. One small example of something I wrote which I can barely remember is the following:
Mister Dickey
Had a Hickey
Anyway, I wrote this really neat one about how guys impregnate girls, and the babies are left without a father, ect... The slambook, by some misshape, was either stolen or lost. Yesterday, by some coincidence, an e-mail buddy of mine sent me a forward entitled "Nasty." I was about to delete it when I thought I had nothing else to do so why not just read it. As I was reading the nasty poems I came upon one that look remarkably similar to the one I wrote. Of course it had a few minor changes and was missing some of the lines. The following is the poem I received in the forward, disgracefully I cannot remember my original writing of it, due to five years since last seeing it:
The guy says I love you,
You believe its true,
But when your tummy starts to swell,
He says 'to hell with you'
10 minutes of pleasure,
9 months in pain,
3 days in hospital,
A baby without a name.
The baby is a bastard,
The mother is a whore,
This never would have happened,
If the rubber wouldn't have torn.

I do remember instead of rubber I wrote condom, and there are some other alterations. Of course if you what to contradict this please e-mail me.

NEWSFLASH:
I just found out my site only reaches three people, including me. Thanks baby and you other person you. Come on you guys can tell other people how much you just hate my site and only come to read it becuase you love me.
In other news, I also just received mail from Poetry.com saying how my poem, Discrime Nation, has been automatically advanced to the final competition. Not only that but they what to publish it in Under a Quicksilver Moon, a poetry book scheduled for publication in Spring 2002. So if you what to congratulate me, just e-mail me.

A Dream Within a Dream
by: Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Journal Entry For Today:
I am going to vanish. I am on what you may call a quest. Don't look for me, I won't be there. I might leave traces or tokens so you'll know I haven't completely disappeared. I don't know when I'll return or when I'm leaving. But when I do, don't ask questions. For now just watch me disappear.

Happy New Year!
2002