Introductions

I suppose I fight too much. My father always told me I was beyond argumentive. My mother tells often of my hard birth.
I suppose I came out fighting... and I never really stopped. Not particularrly what the world wants of a woman, nor the thing the world would exspect of such a quiet young lady. 1

I was born in 1987, in what I've always thought of as late spring. I am a taraus no doubt, by the zodiac. With a moon in saggitarius, and a rising in capricorn, I am not always the way I appear.
A quiet, hard and imoblie exterior. Within holding the heart of the romantic, in all things nature and otherwise; followed by the archer, ever seeking new, and as I've expericened it, ever bored with the old. 2

I will have to ask you to forgive my pecular writing style as I tell this tale. The doctors tell me that the way I peice together sentences is obscure.
No matter, I am unitimidated. However, I will tell you I am in heart more the poet than the writer.
The poets twisted kalidescope ways, making a kind of life from fragments of lies and coriographing words to tell the truths of humanity and earth; both evil, good and all that lies between them. Truly, it is this way that comes to me the most naturally.
Yes I am more the artist, than the scholar. I suppose I always have been.3

And here I am, at a computer, my thick rudy and filthy nailed fingers tapping away at the symbols on this elevated rectangle, repeating everything I tap outloud into the echo's of this room. 4

Allow me to begin, and oh, please call me AJ.