Good times

Quite a horrible day.... and not just for me.


Funny though. How nobody really knows me.



All the hints I drop, maybe hoping somebody will finally come and find me. Who knows. Maybe somebody will get smart someday. Come and rescue me from this darn maze.


My mind as a maze, that consistantly shifts, and turns, and moves around. I think it fits me quite well.

I call myself consistant.... on my inconsistancy.






Find me.