Having been overtaken in early 2004 by alc03 I endevoured to reach 1,000 page views before her. Alas my efforts were in vain since she hit 1000 yonks ago and is now somewhere in the far distance with umpteen thousand (inproper usage of the refresh button if you ask me)

Well here I am at last at my kiloview milestone.

I often, the sun streaming in, lay back and watch the dust.
Caught is a lance of light it dances gracefully in the sky
Like an ariel ballet, or a flight of bi-planes twisting to out maneuver eachother
It would be nice to be dust, floating where I please, without care for this world.
Inside but apart, close yet distant, as if nothing could touch me or even know I was there
Yes, I should like to be like that.
From dust I came, to dust I shall return, All I am is an intriguing arrangement of dust.
One day to disperse.

We brave few, with strength and spirit soldier on to the bitter end.

With nay save our wits to fight the coming fight which shall surely be our last.

Oblivion faces those who do not conform, a last call for those who defend freedom.

The final battle for our minds is about to begin, the forces of darkness gather ready to strike a deadly blow.

We few still stand determined and defiant, when we are assimilated may our cry for freedom of mind live on.

The day will come when as drones of the machine we will bow our heads in subjugation to a false concept.

But our right shall live on in the minds of the young.

May vengence come upon those who would enslave the minds of youth.

Annoucing my forth-comeing series of mini-essays on topics that interest me

Planned so far are: Teen Culture, Religion and Global Politics

they will all be written from my perspective and describe my views on the world in which I live

One step forwards is another back again, circular motion, back to the start
The start of nothing and the end of everything
All come to a moment of time and space the now
The experience all in one place, not knowing, questioning
Virtually gone or nearly there, perception
Devious or Desperate, point of view
Right or Wrong, Opinion
End or Beginning, who knows?
Past, Present and Future all in one moment of choice
Because all we really ever have is here
The only place we are ever free is our mind
And nothing can take that away