I'm known by many names, and oddity is my game. Mad Hatter, Cheshire Cat, Jax, Story-teller I answer to all of them, and let me greet you my friends.
Sit down take a look, read the beginnings of one of my books. If it pleases you, while not teasing you, try to catch a dancing fire, or hold the life of the water. Never never can you part the wind from her heart.
So come in, come in, see my art, its a start and perhaps, if I'm lucky, you'll be mad too. I'd be glad were that the case and make you a place amongst the others, just for you with your name. Keep in mind I love games.
I love bandits more, especially their king, he stole my heart away from me. My friends and I banter much, the rabbit often raped and the Panda Panda who is never without a date.
So do come in my spectors fair, and don't be left unaware.
I welcome you, mad men of Sheezy, and though it might sound quite cheesy I mean it so and mean no offense, but some of you seem so tense!
Take a seat, sip the wines, they come from the Loki vines. And far away will be the tales I tell.
Yes come come oh mad men, and have a seat with the star goddess.
Something has to occured to me, something that has been happening to me since I was a very small girl. And I'm going to speak about it here in hopes of figuring out WHY it's happening to me. What's been going on since I was little, simply put: secret keeping. Or confiding if you prefer. Yes that's right, people like to confess their deepest, darkest, and disgusting secrets and problems on little ol me. The question I have to ask though, is WHY!? I'm not nice, not in real life anyways and I'm polite on the internet, not nice. My friends KNOW I'm not nice, they know that most of the time I don't give a damn, mostly because whatever they want me to give a damn about is their current or no longer current boyfriend/girlfriend. Yet, since the moment my fellow peers and I have been able to actually HAVE deep, dark secrets everyone, from my worst enemy to good friends seem to have this urge to tell me everything. And I do mean EVERYTHING!
My old school rival once confessed he got off on pain, my close friend once told me that she's cheated on every test she's ever had in school. But WHY! Do I have a sign that I can't see saying "free advice and an open ear"?
Don't get me wrong, I don't mind that my friends and peers trust me enough to tell me some things, but everything or mostly everything? Why? What compels them to? Someone PLEASE clear this up for me.