The always invigorated youth, the gallant man with a tender heart, the warrior of justice sent by God himself for the sake of protecting the earth... His name is Ian Sage, and this is his website.
(25-01-27) So what of this desolate scrapyard, anyway?
The praire has been my digital home for two years, and it hasn't grow much since
I first moved in. In fact, it's shrinking. I keep deleting stuff because I
don't like how it is written. There is so much I want to share with the world,
but I can't express myself. I get stuck. That's what this whole ordeal has been
about from the beginning. I don't get many chances to speak my mind freely in
real life. I wanted someplace I could leave a record, throw my ideas out there and
maybe they'd reach someone someday. And if I were to die suddenly, this would be
proof of my existence. But even this short paragraph is a giant struggle.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm retarded.
Basically, what I'm trying to say is: I'll be updating the site regularly from
now on.
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