Crimson's Frequently Unfolding Web Crap

The arrows burst my skin
to show what is left of me

-The Wolfgang Press


Every page on the net is "under construction". These pages are "under mutation"; they change every time they are visited, barring a few nescessary constants. If you're lazy enough to stay here fifteen minutes and your browser supports META tags, we'll reload the page for you.

Service offer: send me unsolicited, "bulk" (commercial or non) email, and I'll proof it for 50 dollars a line! See here for more info on my valuable offer!

If you want to be blackholed at the gweep.net mail server, thou spongy clapper-clawed gudgeon, send mail to my old flame-bucket or to an old address. If you don't like something about these pages, or wish to correlate address scraping thou gorbellied earth-vexing flap-dragon, send mail to my current flame-bucket. If you like something about these pages, send mail to web-comment where scraped appears in the mailto link.

Peeve-of-the-Moment:
Sloppiness.

Rather Obvious Crimson Fact Number Twenty:
He attended Worcester Polytechnic Institute

"The VOICES in my head tell me I NEED TO DIE RATHER THAN LIVE ANOTHER MINUTE IN YOUR WORLD. Do YOU have the stones to change it OR KILL ME?"
- Joe Provo

Go check out Saki's World!

Want more spew? Need some terror? We have some Lovecraftian fragments...

And as a parting shot, meditate upon this classic Zen koan:

Some years ago, a novice student met a sage by the temple.
Said the student to the master: "What is the secret to true awareness?"
Said the master: "When the quiet is close to the joy, then there shall be awareness."
In that moment, the student became Enlightened.

Cheers,
joe