"The world will see only what I show 'em!"
-Anthony Hopkins, 'Nixon'


Some of you may have noticed that much of what goes on here is....well, for lack of a better term, superficial. That is to say, there's little or nothing to be had here that couldn't be gotten by conversing with me for a while.

This is true.

Some people take opportunities like this to bear their souls. I do not. I use such opportunities to bear my mind and, by proxy, my ego. (If you must know, my soul is viewed *only* in the presence of music.) I would urge any who feel that they are not viewing [all] the workings of the "real" me (via this medium or in person) to re-examine their modes of belief and understand something: this is as real as it gets. There are no soft fleshy bits underneath the exoskeleton. It's attached. I'm one person with one set of thoughts and (when I access them) feelings. What might be categorized as "defense mechanisms" are inherent parts of my personality. I could no more "let down my defenses" than I could cut off a limb.

To put it bluntly, I am *not* deep. I am not complicated. These still waters are very, very shallow.

Anyway, I think that's all.

If you have questions, mail me.

If you think this entry was written to you, in reference to something you said, or has anything to do with you, dear reader, you're sorely fuckin' mistaken. The seed this little rant sprang from was planted _long_ before you and I became acquainted. I've only now decided to pour water on it because I can. Because the music (as usual, see the subject) has invited it. And, after all, the music is all that really matters.

Can you dig that?














I knew that you could.