Let us settle ourselves, and work and wedge our feet downward through the mud and slush of opinion and delusion and appearance until we come to the hard bottom we call
reality. If you stand face to face with a fact, you will see the sun glimmer on it's surface.
Be it life or death, we have only reality.
So, I think I'm switched on. And I don't need a huge vocab to prove it.
My Picture.
An attempt at expression. My poetry.
Places I frequent until I find something more constructive to do.
My main bitches. The women who remind me of art and are worthy of my drool.
I'm a music hound. Fave artists/bands, and the corresponding links.
An eyewitness account of the Einsatz executions, told by a German. Must read.
Eh. This is self-explanatory. You can also vote for my site here.
of you have been here.
Copyright © 2001 Decadent. Mine.
