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    Wednesday, January 2, 2008

    The Remnants

    All I have left are the memories. After all this time, I am still captive by them. Haunting secret it is. Cannot be spoken or thought of, a time sped through and catapulted from with deliberate force. The prison must be destroyed. The walls broken down. It is as if I were a shell the way that I am right now. Holding to hope and building on dreams. The thought often occurs that I am dead. But I still have to wake up and go to work in the morning.

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    If you know me then you know my name. I am The Black Rider and the world is my Flame. The rider writes, observes, creates, produces, and learns the world around him. Ride on. Ride on!

    The Remnants