Name: Seai Russel
Alias: The Fate, Fate, Fate wa, Fate-sama, Fate-sa, Fate-san, Sama, Mugee, Yuki, etc.
Age: 16.. Though I act older than you.
Gender: Sex? Ohhh, yes, please.
Likes: Potatos, Pickles, coconut cream pies, red markers, Poga, my Ouji-sama, Div Div, Stripes, DDR, Para Para, You.
Dislikes: Odd plants, annoying people, art theives, lacking in pants, bad DDR days, Bad hair dye, You.
Music: Aucifer, Ayumi Hamasaki, Blood, BUCK-TICK, D, Deen, Depeche Mode, D'espairs Ray, Dir en Grey, Dream Theater, Due'le quartz, Duel Jewel, E Nomine, Field of View, Gazette, Hide, Hyde, Kagerou, Kageyama Hironobu, Kagrra, Kenji Yamamoto, Kodu Shizuca, Kotani Kinya, Kozi, Lareine, L'arc en Ciel, Lilith, Linkin Park, Malice Mizer, Manna, Manson, Mindless Self Indulgence, Miyavi, Moi dix Mois, Nightmare, Penicillin, Phantasmigoria, Pierrot, Poe, Porno Graffiti, Psycho le Cemu, Sads, Schwarz Stein, Shulla, System of a Down, T M Revolution, Utada Hikaru, Velvet Acid Christ, Wands, W.inds, X Japan, Yoko Shimomura, Yoshida Brothers.


.+.. .Locked in the mere insanity of things, one starts to wonder. Is this a true reality, or is our vision impaired? Lacking the sources to realize, I grasp out blindly, searching for some form of release. The sheets covering the windows are growing a deeper shade of red. One can only reach out so long, before becoming a recluse inside of their own imagination. What happens when the clock of time starts to spin backwards...? Fate begins to take his toll.. ..+.

..+. .A lack of concentration helps the mind realize what it needs most, Yet when you take a glance backwards, nothing is noticable. Only the flaws of yesterday, not the perfections of art done today. Another loop of innocent children are mutilated, by the society that is corrupt today. They look back, show us what we have done wrong...yet they dwell on times past, not what we can do in the future. Hate them all, and maybe misunderstand their views of 'freedom', or 'justice'. For we don't want the tainted, bloodied hands of humanity... We want the purity of what we know to be passed onto our offspring.. .+..

..+. .Lacking in resemblinse to the past we've seen over and over before, we shudder. No one can seem to place the correct time and date of your death. People forget, and people move on, but only in time do they realize. No wounds are healed, merely scarred over and ugly, now. No one realizes anything anymore. What a concept.. .+..

..+. .Truth is a thing of the past now. "I promise," one says, yet now, it means "I might." "Don't lock the door, no one else can come in. Don't leave us behind, we don't know which direction to turn." Do you want your children to scream that out in their heads, reaching out or freedom? Truth? No one wants this...yet no one prevents this from happening. Hate the corruption of now. Work towards the bright tunes I sing for no tomorrow. Lock up the hopeless dreams of the thousands that look on brightly. For no one can reach out anymore.. .+..