My revolver is loaded and I'm ready to pull the trigger, confronting my hunger for knowledge and wisdom, Many times I resorted to hob-sons choice which made me who I am today, I would do it again given the chance or rather choice
I am a being crafted in perfection from the earths unique natural material, my body is a monument of my ancestors craftsmanship, my heart is weaved with an invisible web of that of a spider stringed with humility and diversity, thread and strings...