Well Im doing something to this site dont know what that would be or why im doing it but it looks like im not really doing anything at all but i am promise a few kosmetic might be all but its change be patient and all will be revealed.... I hope

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A bit about this Web site

  • Was the third attempt and most successful one of three attempts.
  • It was originally designed to inform people about me
  • This purpose fell flat on its face so it has turned into a archive of material for my use
  • The links are all my bookmarks due to the fact i hardly ever are at the one computer this is the easiest way of storing them
  • If ya dont know me then its unlikely you got here

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    Disclaimer

    This disclaimer is to inform you that some of the material in the following web may offend ppl in either 1 of two ways;
    A) not enough information on this crappy site or the language just is to Fucken weak
    B) to much crap information and the language is to Fucken cowlick strong
    Ok the content provided in this web site is all real or false depending on who you are and what you think of it making it hard to work out the minor differences that occur around the world at any time and due to my nature of saying nothing much about my past dont expect to much here

    The following catorgories are currently available;
    about the idiot
    Thoughts
    Way outta here
    The room i lived in during Year 12

    Blackness of the mind

    Blackness engulfs my mind
    As it engulfs the sky
    Sliding slowly gently over the landscape
    What landscape does the mind represent
    One of deserts stretching distantally away
    never changing as one travels a desert
    Tranversing Depression, hate, love, and occasioanlly happiness
    The sky is green and red which becomes black
    Green representing life a minority of the total
    Red is blood and hurt paiin and death making up much of whats left
    Others say suicide is bad and evil
    But suicide is a means to an end and as such cant be judged
    A picture of dull and uninspiring colours for some, Bright for others
    I feed from this blackness as I pen this piece
    I loath it yet it is all that sustains this soul to live
    Living is more than breathing as I do most the time
    I am a sad critter as humans think of those things
    I feed from death, hate and depression
    I live for these these i have come to love to strive to achieve it
    Why is it that society tells me I have it wrong when I am my own life form

    © copyrighted 1998 Erik w. Slof