Baggies Full of Buttons

I haven't updated this page in years. I doubt I ever will. It's become only part of my past.
And a receptacle for things I want to link to or reference often. There's nothing important here.
None of this is me.

A poem of mine from my old page that I kindof like and feel still has
the potential for saying what I would like said:

Venture to a veracious place
Where one is what’s behind their face,
Know not where your inquests lead,
One admonition should you heed:

Be wary from this point and on
For only truth now lies beyond,
If you proceed I remind you this:
That ignorance is always bliss…

A link to what once was me:

A link to the me that now is:

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