`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'

Full Name: Angela Dawn Bellers

Born: March, 5th 1980 

Birth Place: Ann Arbor, Mi

I've been traveling around for the past five years or so. I finally left home for good when I was 20. I moved to New Orleans and cocktailed on Bourbon street- among other little odds and ends to survive. While I was there I worked through 2 Mardi Gras'- Drank entirely too much- and did some back up singing and promo. I adore music. I consider myself a singer- whether I'm doing it as much as I'd love to is another story. I write poetry, read quite a bit, still love traveling. I moved to Portland, Or in the beginning of March 02. I really love it here and am trying to get grounded. I guess we'll see what happens. I'm a moody Pisces- Aries rising. It's not all it's cracked up to be- but I guess it could be worse. I'm passionate, neurotic, a bit of a clutz, impulsive at times, and very loyal to the people I love. True friends are rare- and people come and go too often for my taste. 


Behave, my Sorrow! let's have no more scenes.
Evening's what you wanted- Evening's here:
a gradual darkness overtakes the town,
bringing peace to some, to others pain.

Now, while humanity racks up remorse
in low distractions under Pleasure's lash,
groveling for ruthless master - come
away, my Sorrow, Leave them! Give me your hand...

See how the dear departed dowdy years
crowd the balconies of heaven, leaning down,
while smiling out of the sea appears Regret;

the Sun will die in its sleep beneath a bridge,
and trailing westward like a winding sheet-
listen, my dear- how softly Night arrives.