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                    of the Illusionaire.

Birth, death and life:

The prescence of the Illusionaire is by no means coincidental. The name is as significant As the individual. In a lot of ways there is retention, retention of previous traits and characteristics, individualites and idiosyncracies. The Illusion, is what we perecieve it to be, the rose tinted glasses that hide us and blind us to the harshness of reality.

Through a sequence of oddities, extremeties, coincidences and an involuntary snapping of the synapses I was born, slowly filling the creVices within the mind left by the gaping explosion of the cortex.

I am the mastery of the rose tinted, I am the creater and destroyer of the Illusion. I am all and nothing.

I am the Illusionaire.

 Weaved by the Illusionaire:

Four Five Echo: A diary of Leo Mallon. (Newest)

Dearest you. A short story.

Self Control

Harvest Way

Final thought:

It is not within us, to change the direction of life, the events, big and small, catastrophic and overwhelming, both good and bad, are the foundations of how we weave both ourselves and those we touch along the way.

No event is insignificant or less relevant than the next. Embrace both light and dark.

Master your illusions.