Step into my parlour~

If you're reading this, you've made the choice to spin yourself into my web. Or have you? Was there a choice? regardless, I can see the threads clinging to you still.

What a tangle of html and rambles, each one twitching when you look too closely. They bulge, speak in a thousand little voices. Creep and crawl.

And me? I’ve been weaving this site for a while now. It's been hard to find the right strands, without the help of Gregory Cox...

But don't worry. I'll get it done. Perhaps, you'll even help! ..... Hm?

Oh you won’t end up like he did..

You can stay as long as you want. Long enough and maybe, you won't even want to leave at all. That's how the sticky silk goes.. Remember to: click carefully and listen between the lines.

This site changes when no one’s looking, and The Web remembers who’s been here before.

I hope you don’t mind spiders. Either way, they will certainly mind you, so don't step on any::::)