Where its always 3 am. So I thought I would post some thing since I joined. Its suppose to be Razor Eddie, but Im not all that sure its good.

For we are clay, not lead nor gold, our fingers shape the mould. If you look for another to smooth out the edges your own craft will slowly erode. By the subtlest of elements with the quickest of whits;. The mirror, the dream, the narrator and the book. That tombs the great work which all mystics undertook. To find their own way and to carve their own form,. Their fingers all ragged and torn, upon the strand against the stone.

Tags can be found here. More than 10,000 words. Who very generously donated to the. Thank you! And thanks to Tek, who looked it over.

Rain, sun and fog. Climbing for 14 kilometers straight, small mountain towns and no more use of the compass. Sometimes you just need to take a little risk to enjoy life to the fullest. The Mt Blanc is in the north! Yeah, I was getting there! .

Et bien sur ADAM RAGA.