This page will eventually function as a sort of dark portal, permitting all that is evil and corrupt to gush into the world, with maybe the occasional cake recipe or some sudoku.  Some time in the next decade.  Probably.  Until then... here is a press statement in the form of some olde Englishe verse.

 

  

I know more than Apollo,
For oft, when he lies sleeping
I see the stars at bloody wars
In the wounded welkin weeping.

    †

 
The moone embrace her shepherd
And the queen of Love her warrior,
While the first doth horne the star of morne,
And the next the heavenly Farrier.

With a host of furious fancies,
Whereof I am commander,
With a burning spear and a horse of air,
To the wilderness I wander.

 

 †


By a knight of ghosts and shadows
I summon'd am to tourney,
Ten leagues beyond the wild world's end.
Methinks it is no journey.

From "Tom o'Bedlam" (Trad.)

  

"The greatest sin of our time is not the few who have destroyed but the vast majority who sat idly by." -Martin Luther King