Welcome

GREETINGS ALL
this is my little slice of hell

WELCOME

If you came here to learn more about me, then you are sadly mistaken. If you haven't met me on the net, then shucks, aint you lucky. Maybe we will meet up some time, but then again probably not.

You can make of these pages what you want, I don't care. It's a space for me to let it all rip. That is what I plan to do. So if you have no mind for mortally degenerated poetry and fanciful technologicaly whimsical short stories. Then shoot down to the bottom of the page and get into the HJC's links. Don't mind the green man on your way down, he means you no harm. But for gods sake, unless you can stomach it, don't feed the little bastard. If you feed him, you may pay and we don't want that, do we.

As for the rest of you, surf around, pet the animals. Jus' remember to keep your eyes open. There will be time enough in the grave to be blind. Oh, one last thing, if you get lost, ask the Grim Reaper, he'll tell you where to go.

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>Other Pages Of Mine

HAGGY'S SOUTHERN PEACH FARM
My sweet Georgian peache's page

HELL STREET BLUES
Cops and robbers with bite

HJC, AWAKES©Toppy,1997.
The time of blood is over
The angels sleep no more
The race is harshly run
The peril of endless war
The commitments have been laid
The stage has been set to play
The executioners and directors now mill
You better hope you see another day

pat the slimy scaly hide,
of the ugly green beast
Let it tear your flesh
Feel it's hunger feast
The Green dude has enjoyed

full hearty bloody meals

Or you may just leave
It is no hindrence to me
A moment without your wit
Really doesn't mean sh*t

Top ten reasons for being dead

Someone out there probably wants to see you dead, so you might as well make them happy.
Morticians do a good job these days, you'll probably look better as a corpse then you do now.
You'll make more money dead than alive. (note, this one counts for media personalities only.)
You forgot that drinking and driving do not mix.
You think that all you need to go bungy jumping is a really thick rubber band. No escaping stupidity.
The last time you posted your picture on the net, the whole servo crashed.
You have finally begun to understand the lyrics to a Hanson song.
if you can not get laid while you are alive then leave your body with a necrophiliac~Submitted by Lord Salinos
Every one around here thinks you should be dead, and well, you know how democracies go.
Your heart stopped beating and your blood has gone cold.
Further suggestions would be appreciated.
Hmmmmm?