| February 9th, 2002 |
| December 24th, 2007 6:48AM |
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| AIM Handle: | theshadowedlord
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| Location: | toronto, canada  |
| Occupation: | Sage. Hermit. Philosopher. Shadowed |
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| Gender: | Male |
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My interests?
Anything that stimulates my mind in the macabre motions that I find most exhilarating; and those would be literature and the various static forms of visual inspiration, though I myself cannot truly conjure up any illustrative rendering that would classify as ‘inspiring’ as of yet. However with my pen and my hands I do hope to change that.
I dabble here and there with the magic of melodies, poetry of the aural zones. I listen to all realms of sound, all spectrums of the waves in the air. From rock to rap, jazz to classical I like to think of myself as the omni of music lovers. Try I do in this as well to produce the beauty I hear but all that comes is mimicry or a pitiful mockery. And so I am hindered, that pursuit was dashed—or at least warped for now—by me when I was a different person. Much disillusioned than the me of now, I must say, I had yet to see the light.
Still it’s not truly a light, I am still lost in the shadows, and they always threaten to grow, ominous they are and vicious. They feed off fear, but they are tools nonetheless, and since I still do master my shadows and the shadows of others I meet, I thereby lord over them. Hence my prominent title of Lord of shadows. However Lost in my own kingdom I am. Searching with the tatters of the God I loved in my hands and the imprint of the goddess I seek who is behind a glass wall I cannot see.
Oh yes! and how could I forget the other side of the eyes, the magnificent moving designs that have forever captured me. Of course I mean television and the lot, something which my whole generation cannot do without. Yet. Not so much T.V. though but the games of the video indeed. My love for them is not even that, but a lust and a lust that I know can and will never be sated. Devil may cry, Metal gear, smash bro’s, Halo, Metroid, Street fighter… The list goes on my repertoire and of those that I have mastered is as ‘omnious’ as my musical preferences. No specifics hold me, I keep no allegiances, gone is my fervor to fight in the “console war”, there has been too much blood split for me. Instead I absorb it all and live in peace, a life which many have yet to find.
So that is one side of me you have received in a fashion I can only hope was splendorous and fulfilling. If not don’t mind it, only my paltry attempt at expression, and as I have said already it hasn’t reached its summit.
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Now to move on to my Biography… I will be as brief as possible and I feel I must since I haven’t lived much of a life for much of a time. Yet.
My history starts in Canada, and up to this point ends in Canada, the county I harbor a great love for and even though I plan on leaving sometime in my life, I will always love.
Born into a family of mediocrity, as the first of three, I felt both blessed and loved and therefore I was happy. The two who came along after, my younger siblings both genders, only added to this magical atmosphere and to each other we have given much. As a entire nuclear family we have shared much.
Friends have come and go. Yet still there are ones that have stayed with me to this very day, but as university arrives, rifts will inevitably be wrought, paths diverged and ties lost. For now though I love the present and have to, a reflection of my philosophy “why be anything but happy when you don’t have to be?”
And I, most of all can say that. Being to hell and back and then back again, I now what pain is, my mother calls me an “old soul” in side a new form and I can agree with her now, but not totally. I still do not know hatred, one-sidedly maybe and that stems from my own vehement heart, but as a truthful realization, hatred has never touched me. I hope It never will, but some hopes are simply platitudes...
I have lost a God, I have lost a Kidney and I continue to perservere. I forget my kidney, and I search for God through all mediums, all congregations, cults and religions because—in another glimpse of my philosophy—I believe that through a balance, through the omni, that ideal I so passionately attempt to achieve the truth will be revealed. Slightly agnostic and still reeling from a once powerful zeal in religious life I wander looking for conformation of what I feel. It may be false it may be true but what is there is the truth and no matter what it is I will find it and keep it.
So now you have it this, is it, me as the incomplete individual I am. But who truly is complete? We never attain the so called completion, and closed to the world of death we fear what completion may truly be. I fear it, and you fear it because we all must fear it. If we don’t then why even care? Why not just live and die? Fear and live I say! and live in peace and happiness to find the truth in the end! Purpose is meaningless so continue for continuities sake.
And so I thank you for reading this, the testimony of my heart in a simple series of pixels. Crude, yes, but as truthful as I can be right now and probably for the rest of my life.
So now I bid you all Adieu, or maybe just Au Revoir…
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