We are all dying,every moment that passes of every day. That is the inescapable truth of this existence. It is a truth that can paralize us with fear,or one that can energize us with impatience,with the desire to explore and experience,with hope-nay,iron will!-to find a memory in every action. To be alive,under sunshine or under starlight,in weather fair or stormy. To dance every step,be they through gardens of bright flowers or through deep snows.
excert from Sea of Swords by R.A. Salvatore
I can see from your face that you are really glad to see me. I can't blame you one bit,look at me,damn I'm fine. I just hope that my master can update this blog so that I can really let you know what I think. I will also be letting you know where you can find more great sites about me and then you can really get to drooling. But until he can get off of his lazy arse this will have to do for now.
Till when we meet again-----
Posted by portlandjoe
at 1:17 PM PDT
Updated: Monday, 3 May 2004 10:11 AM PDT