Brief burp about myself... well that would be epic to say the least if it was about me. So I'll tell you about Jimmy, the pink tigers. They grow cotton in the alps of Mongolia. Thats all you need to know, everything else is just a void. Here's a poem for you, or what I remember of it:

"Twice and twice shall he be marked,
twice to live, and twice to die.
Once the heron, to set his path.
Twice the heron, to name him true.
Once the Dragon, for remembrance lost.
Twice the Dragon, for the price he must pay."

There's more but thats more than you need to wiki or google it. My mommy once told me of a story about my daddy. He's my daddy she said. Then slapped me for asking where babies came from.

Anyways... What would you do if you were walking down the street, then suddenly one thousand dancing hampsters popped out of no where and you were the only one who could see them? Not to mention there's a volcano behind you floating in the air, people saw that, and nine atoms came out of your belly button? What would you do? I'd get out a cane, start twirling it, and get ADHD minded by forgetting about everything around me and playing hacky sack...