I don’t, anymore, tell (many) stories of what I do with my life, those weblogging days…
Look for me another day. I feel that I could change, I feel that I could…
Leave the dark corners of the interweb alone. Go to the bright spots shone on by the Beautiful Ones
The wulf insists on text here...and I shall leave it at that.
I know people who didn't work at BlackStar, and they have weblogs too. These are they.
The State is not your friend