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What Dreams May Come...

And other miscellaneous junk.

18 September
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So you want to know about me. Tough. Ask me a question, I might answer it. Then again, I might not. I am simply myself, and I make no apologies nor offer any excuses for that. Enjoy. :)

PS I make no apologies for anything I say or do not say. These thoughts do not express the opinion of anyone or anything that makes one whit of difference. I am who I am, and that's all that I am. If you are bored, offended, or confused by my rambling, weird, twisted, sick thoughts, well, don't read them. If you like them, then you are one sick puppy. And if you understand them, please tell me. Because I sure as all hells don't.

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

~Robert Frost