You find yourself at an entrance to madness.  Choose your path.
 
 
 
The Final Winter
 
 
Poetry
 
 
 
 
 
 
At this time,  Counter  unwanted souls have passed through the gates of the damned.
 

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Geocities is a really cool place.
 
(And they did not threaten to shove a hot needle through my eye in order to get me to say that)