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About IacanusNegraeus

You think that user is me.
You saw him at a glance!
That profile you have found.
That user could be my chance!
Why should I make his page?
Why should I fight this choice?
When I have come all this far,
And struggled with anxious rage?
If I speak, I am condemned.
If I stay silent, I am damned!

I am the master of hundreds of words.
They all were written by me.
How can I abandon them?
How would they be read,
If I am not free?
If I speak, they are condemned.
If I stay silent, I am damned!

Who am I?
Can I condemn my faded legacy?
Pretend that they remember me?
Be innocent to those I grace?
And free of judgement in each case?

Who am I?
Can I conceal myself for evermore?
Pretend I'm not the man I was before?
And must my name until I die?
Be no more than an alibi?

Must I lie?
How can I ever write for each good friend?
How can I ever write for me again?
My tales belong to Me, I know.
This site shall help my writing grow.
It gives me hope when I digress,
Oh dear, oh dear YWS.
Who am I? Who am I?
I'm Iacanus!

And so, my friend, you see it's true
That user bears no more guilt than you!
Who am I?

I’m whoever you want me to be; I don’t care.


Writing (Duh), Literature, Film, Theatre, Running, Swimming, Learning, Lecturing, the art of war, some video games, Long Walks on the Beach, Correcting Grammar


Philosopher-King; Prophet or Decline; Armchair Historian; Lover of all culture

What about the chicken, Jack?
— David Letterman