about me. you want to hear my story. you want to hea what ive been up to for the last few years. so you can think like me. act like me. make profiles that might be mine. and have ideas that are good but they just dont quit make it thier. no good villians. or chaacters that are to lame or unbalanced becouse thier over. powered. |
you want to know about me. you already know about me. youve been following me day in day out. moveing into my neighbor hood and scooping out my home. comeing iin when you think your not noticed. trying to convince me you got some sort of power over me so im easier to control.
at like your my friend just so you can steel the dreams of those who dare stray out into the darkened coled of the night. captued in the imagination of the stars. only to wonder back into a place they thought warm. but wa simply heated by the ever furnased embars of a deep seeded contemp. cast on the like the ocular point of a magnifying glass.
you want to know about me about the pain ive suffered and endured at the hands of those who where once thoought to hold out thier hand in comforting embrase but to only be truely percieved as a sword once close enough.
becouse i tell you. the modest artist of a man who is jmar tarafa once held breath in a place like this. for a life of normality was not ment fo the likes ofm. hated by my friends for my intelligence. and charm. comedic knowledge musical knowledge writing ability. scientific knowhow. dawing skill video game skill. and ability to kick ass with my bare hand. and unlike most when i say that i asure you: im not lying.
but all in all what can i say life is short and thie are those of us who whe4e ment to creat and those of use who where ment to lament. and those of use who simply see others missery as a profet for themselves. and cause others to suffer especially so they can get the information they want out of you.
but if thiers anything ive kept in these harsh times is that modesty and humility are the best pen a paper of anykind.