Thicker And Darker Than The Very Soul Of Midnight, A Darkness Enveloped The Traveler Comforting And Giving Him Solitude

Quote Of The Day: "If Music Be The Food Of Love, Play On............too bad all the records are broken" Lord Shawn

Hello friends, good evening to those of you who have cause to call it a good evening, and just plain greetings to those of you who have no cause to see this as anything but a wretched day that is joyless and as murky as the grey sky above. But today is a special day for some of you, truly congratualations is in order to those of you who always tell me im too arrogant or who would like to see me cut down to size. Congratulations because I sit before you now humbled and reduced. Why? You might ask, its none of your damnable business just savor the moment for what it is and savor any feeling from me at all. I also admit that I was wrong, I was wrong in ever believing that feeling could ever be useful. I was better off in my icy demeanors that I ever have been in this caring bullshit that I've sucked up from you people. I know some of you come for advice, so heres a bit for you; turn your back on opening yourself up because your going to hurt yourself doing that, if people want in then let them knock first. "Learn to be lonely, life can be lived and life can be learned"- Andrew Loyd Webber (Phantom Of The Opera). To my wonderful adoring readers, keep reading this journal, im nto going anywhere but things are going to change. Forget everything I've ever said about love. Read this in the coming days because I have much to teach you all about "love" and "caring" and all the other nonsense that sappy poets and dumbass writers tr to cram down your throats. I will help to cleanse your minds of these false realities and more false truths. Know each of you that Lord Shawn will not lie to you, ever, for any reason at least not here in this forum. To those of you that come here trying to find weakeness or a chink in my armor, keep looking jackasses cause you wotn find one. I am a god unto myself, a lord among men, and I am immune to these concepts of love, caring, devotion, and seduction. Beneath this chest beats a heart of ice and the lives the soul of a writer, a writer who knows better than to believe in crap that candy companies and old women try to feed us.

SVS