Unconquerable

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

- Invictus, William Ernest Henley

Old making way for the new.

Changing the about me section. Posting the old one for old times sake.



I am one of the surviving members of a dying breed of men.As the world moves on at its unforgiving pace- more of our tribe leave the fold and move into the herds of the fast becoming normalcy of so called savvy, sexy and successful men (characteristics they themselves had once used to define men who have slept with the devil), we are increasingly being sidelined. As all of us changes quickly into the rest of us, I've decided not to switch sides if only for the survival of a species.I may one day become the last of my kind but I'll always remain true to what i was,am and will be- the regular loser.

p.s people who wish to help in the upkeep of this endangered tribe of men are requested to make donations. regular losers can never have enuf free dough.