It's Been Awhile || 01.25.03 ||


I haven't updated this site in a while... I'm not quite sure what I want to put in it. I have other sites that I'm currently working on as well. Hmmm... Well, I guess I'll post a little something every now and then.

Here's something new:

F.I.N.C.H. [Letters To You] <---- My brand-spankin' new website! Dedicated to those 5 awesome guys and their band.

 

Another Test || 06.08.02 ||

 


I'm exceptionally artistic! Find your soul type at kelly.moranweb.com.

 

BlackBlog Awakens || 06.03.02 ||

 
I've posted 2 weblogs unto this site. One is called by the standard clichéd title blog and the other by my unusual nickname I've created for myself bleu2j. I try to update both in a regular basis, everyday or every other day. I think I have been updating everyday though, since I just started this site last Friday.

One is just a regular journal of my everyday life and the other contains lyrics. I like writing songs. Post a comment on my tagboard before you leave. Thanks. I hope you enjoy the site.

 

Weird Crazy Whatever || 06.02.02 ||

Think what you may about me. You've stumbled into an imaginary realm. I admire the surreal rather than reality. Only in dreams can utopia ever be accomplished. This world is grim. It is barren of absolute fantasy. I'm not talking about The Lord of the Rings type of fantasy, science fiction, dragons, or wet dreams. Youthful fantasy. Childlike imagination. When was the last time you played pretend?

I'm not gothic in nature. I'm not a punk. Sure I may be rebellious at times but in truth, I'm rather reserved. I found a poem that could very well transpire what I mean to say. Except that there's nothing particularly religious about the way that I feel.

We wear the mask

We wear the mast that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes--
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let hem only see us, while
      We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
      We wear the mask!

--Paul Laurence Dunbar

 

Boredom has spawned a new entity || 05.31.02 ||


Welcome. It's 9:41 pm right now. I've been working on this site for the past 7 hours. Pathetic? I suppose. Productive? It depends. Everyone has different priorities set in life. I don't happen to have any at the moment. I just started this new site of mine today. If you want to check out my other sites click on the links section. For some reason, I seem to build a new site instead of updating the old ones. Well, I guess I get bored with the older ones anyway. All these sites need traffic though. Give me a hand will ya? Link to my site and I'll link to yours. Drop me a line: bleu2j@yahoo.co.uk if you want to negotiate.