I was Astronomy Domine. I am Terminal_Frost. I was Pierce_me. i was Dogs_Of_War, I am Cluster-one, I was Jason, I am me. I go by many names, and i have many voices. I'm a chameleon. I dream. I'm young. i'm old. These are just pieces of me. I'll only show you these pieces of me, but wait until you see the whole portrait before you decide who I am. I will always rage. I will rage. Raging is the beauty of living. Aspire to greatness, but rage.




We live as a crow, but we aspire to be the raven. Always rage, and your aspirations of flying will come true. Raging is Flying. So Rage.
This is me in a nutshell. I'm a kid who teaches. I graduated from Michigan State University in 2001 with a B.A. in criminal justice. I went to Gallaudet for 2 years. I'm Deaf. I'm heading to RIT to get my masters degree. some of this is arbitrary. some of this is not. My future is unwritten. I hope to fill it with rage, purging, and peace. Join my world, as Jim Morrison said, "Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages, Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests, Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war? - An American Prayer. Peace4ever.
My stories in descending order of chronology
Lost Cogitation A dedication to my dad written when he had a psychotic break 3 years ago
trashing the teacher written 4 years ago trashing the teacher in a different light parody i wrote as a teenager about doctors
a story without a voice that i may try and resurrect my 750 word concise definition of a just war, yeah, me concise. an incredibly thought provoking post on war




My Journal and those of my friends
a place where pieces of my soul lay. Devon's journal, the only person besides me in Marysville who can rage
Julies journal, my beautiful astrotwin, her presense dropkicks my heartrate Trey's journal..a growing voice of god
Tracy's enigmatic journal A.L.'s beautiful 13 years of rage, yer my sister kiddo. you always will be