I have alreadi RISEN from my sleep... COOL~

Well... I was checking my www.wholivesnearyou.com account juz now ( I've sort of ignored it for weeks... er... u get the picture.. ) and received a mail by THESPIAN.. ya the POET...

I think he was telling me about how come he had chosen Thespian as his nick... This is it:

THESPIAN (it means a tragic character in a play)

Forgive me as i bow away. Away from this stage of life. I tire of the mask that hangs upon my face. It has become a leaden weight.

A mask of lies. A stage of thespians. A critical audience.
Beneath glaring lights i stand before these and await my judgement.
I tore off my mask. I refused my part. This-my crime.
The verdict: death of ostracisation.
The cries of death to the traitor.
For his betrayal, for his insolence to the audience, for treason.
How dare i depart before the curtains are drawn. How dare i spoil their play?
In the dockets i bowed my head and wait.
"Do you have anything to add?" A lone voice stood out from the restless crowd gathered. Silence. None else to add.
It chokes me now this fallen mask that hangs limply around my neck.
"Turn around your head now!" This same voice commands.
"Your ugliness spoils our beauty. Medusa! Of features so grotesque it turns all into stone!
A mirror. My last gift to you before i leave this stage.
Do you dare look at yourself as well?
Without your mask on?

This guy is sure interesting... dun u think? Profound.. erm.. maybe too profound..
haiz.. but I get what he mean... do u?