once upon a time, i was a young teenager looking for a place online to spend my time, other than sneakily searching for sweet porn. i found my refuge on a podunk ole school looking message board--black with gory red blood dripping around the sides of it-- ran by some dood named mjp who shared a love for bro lynch hung. 91siccness is what it was then, back in '98. since then, ive watched this site go from good, to better, and metamorph into the wonderful conglomerate it is today. im amazed at how this site has grown, and touched the lives of many around the globe, as well as enthused me in my own personal journey by keeping me up to date on my favorite artists from the northwest. nowadays, i have a real life, joined the ranks of the disgruntled underpaid working class, and dont have too much free time to vent my frustration, explore preconceived notions, distinguish between fact and fallacy, nor to toot my own horn to feel important to an eagerly awaiting online audience. therefore my presence on the siccness has faded, but my ideas contained within my threads hold fast, like sinews gripping to tendons in between bone joints still flexing muscle with great rejuvenated vitality. i bless you with this mere homely post in order to let you all know im doing okay, im still in it, and i aint going anywhere until my family of extraterrestrials swoop down in their sweet chariot to scoop me up and carry back home once again. smile for me when you open the sunroof in your spaceship just to get a glimpse of the stars twinkling in the universe, and realize FoeTwin was too high minded for gravity to pull him down to earth. and my thoughts, elevated the the schmoak you exhale--just because i seem to disappear after awhile doesnt mean that im absent. much respect to the veterans--i dont have to name you all individually, just reflect introspectively, you know who you are--for tarrying on to fight the battle while enlightening the spirits of deception and liberating the minds of the ignorant.
dos dedos = selah
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