02082009

Welcome to the fragments. How much, what kind, how often are all questions the answers to which will be revealed in time. Most of this will exist unseen by the many. Even the Latin is corrupt. I was born a middle class beige child in a middle class beige time. That's as may be. I'm no better than I ought be, worse than a few. If I'm accused of having too much time on my hands, I reply, perhaps I have too much mind on my hands. Whatever.

This is merely introductory. Creed and dogma to follow.

Everything is beautiful, and nothing hurt. (too much, anyway.)