I came from a small country in Asia,

But my race is scattered all over the world,

We are part of the Pacific Ring of Fire,

that's why earthquakes and volcanic eruptions are common.

When you go to the city

It's too crowded,REALLY

But wait til' you go to the mountains and beaches

I'm sure you'd like to stay longer

My country's full of beautiful places to see

But my countrymen don't know how to care of them

That's why most of it are damaged

And forests became a wasteland

I'm from the Philippines ;)

I'm from a place where

we go dahntahn.

We hold it together with

gum bands.

We know what it's like

to push a buggy.

We cross rivers

across bridges n'at.

I hope yinz get it.

They say you can see for miles here,

But I can assure you that you can't.

We have buildings and trees,

Just like any other place.

We, however, have many more farms.

You can't drive a mile,

With out seeing one.

In fact,

There's a cattle ranch,

Right outside my high school.

Among three other fields.

We aren't all farm kids.

Although a lot are hunters,

And like to wear camo...

And even more wear cowboy (girl) boots.

We aren't big-city kids,

And we aren't farm kids.

We're a little mix-mash of the two.

Green and gray and black and blue.

It rains almost once every day.

But sometimes there's that day,

It's 70 degrees and wow.

There's the sun.

The

Actual

Sun.

We are splattered in graffiti and modern art,

The sound of Macklemore drifts, slightly rejected, the through the air.

We won the Super Bowl

once and went to it the year after-

Not to, like, brag.

The Space Needle, Ferris Wheel and EMP stand out of proportion to all the buildings downtown.

We are Seattle,

Which you probably already guessed.

I was gestated and birthed from the seven thousandth, one hundred and forty-first generation Tlexpptl pods, aboard the starship Pewlllu, somewhere near the edge of what you would call the Andromeda galaxy. The Pewlllu had escaped the gravitational pull off the black hole that was pulling our solar system into its crushing maw over a million years ago, as you would figure it. Seventeen years ago, we heard the last gasp of a planet lost to us eons ago. We have landed on this planet, having taken genetic samples of the indigenous sentient species and transferred our consciousness to the resulting forms.

We've been here for a long, long time. I used to be called Jeshua, and then Elosha. My mate was once called Nefertiri, and then Mary. We ate now waiting for our cousins to come for us. They say they will be here in the thousand years. We are patient. We will wait. Until then, I will write of my life, though none will believe me. . .

From a bustling state of politics, lies, corruption, and crime. Where everything is backwards and inside out; where the hero is portrayed as a villain; and the villain has the "right" to sue the hero who stopped the villain from getting away with his crime.

Where hypocrisy is at it's height and utter stupidity and ridiculousness is an everyday occurrence.

This place is also known as California.

- Michael Hall

I reside in the Void.

A dark world held beneath the

Mariana Trench.

The waves of your ocean have sealed the escape.

Hell does not compare to the silence the darkness holds here.

Every century that passes by adds another layer of dust.

Watery confines bind me.

As of now, my thoughts dwell.

Time will release me.

Every century adds another layer of doubt.

R’yleh? Will I ever return to you?

Grant me peace, wretched waves.

Oceanic noise lulls me back into slumber.

Death awaits.

Part of me is in Pennsylvania

I worked and played there many a day

Some of me is found in the notes of a song

A tenor voice that was me!

A slice of me sat in a pew

Church and God my second home

Look for me near a pond or stream

That part of me found in Mother Nature

I could go on for days and days

Telling where other parts of me are

Somehow I think that we are all

Those Many Parts of one another!!!