For Music
ALONE
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow, I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd I lov'd alone.
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold-
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by-
From the thunder and the storm,
And the clouds that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Only update this time is another link to the chat room. Its the same exact room, but this one is hosted by the server and looks much better. Eventually I'll decide and take down one or the other. In addition to all the great crap I already have, I am currently working on adding to the page with all my great wisdom (There's just so damn much of it that I can't seem to finish). I already have sections of personal information, music, the New World Order, some links, medieval junk, and a section for my favorite person, Angelica Bridges. I'll update whenever I get around to it and add new sections when I think up stuff to make. SIGN THE GODDAMN GUESTBOOK -please-
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More hits than your mom on a Friday night. Ok, maybe not a Friday night, but at least a moderately busy Tuesday...
