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Fallen poetry, thoughts, everything about me...
You have stumbled upon my homepage: a rich melange of sight and sound, word and image, ultimately reduced to soulless, impersonal code. I have wrestled with my inner demons and endured the pain of self-revelation so that you may be entertained. Van Gogh had his paint, Rodin his clay; I have the icy coldness of the Internet.
My first website that also shows off some of the tattoos I have given people sinc Jan. '03. (I am still adding on almost everyday.)
.b.i.t.c.h. proud to be a bitch!
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