For those of you who don't know.
I've had an Un-named, Re-occuring masked character in my dreams Since I was in 8th grade. He gave me all the advice I ever needed on whatever path I chose to walk. He was always thee most disappointed out of every one when I did something...disgraceful, particularly when I gambled with my life. So It goes without saying that that conscience was a big part of my life. He's the reason I put projekt in everyone of my usernames.

Projekt was an artsy fartsy term to my experimentation on finding myself and where I stand in this world (it also loosly referes to Linkin Parks Projekt Revolution of Reanimation, which in itself, feels like a dream.) Be it social Myspace, viral youtube, musical last.fm, gnarly snowboardaddicts and artsy Deviantart...the goal was to camouflage and see how I excelled in those given feilds.

However, In recoil, this masked my true personality and left my definition up to option of the beholder. I also constantly weakened myself by letting out more emotion than needed without realizing it. Like a loose canon. Everything I said came across as a plea for pity, when it was just in fact, truth. This has cost me some friends Local and international. With this realization came conclusion.

On the night of august 29, the masked man said his goodbye. You finally understand and therefore, I am needed no more...so he said to me.

What this translates to in sane english is that the Projekt is no more. No more spilling on my personal life, It's strictly theme from now one (so help me), No more vain habits that distract from subject, No more nicknames for each of my alter ego's, From now on, We Are S.I.N.

This profile and all other project profiles will be deleted once I am fit to do so. All new Profiles will go along the asumed name--->[link]