You dont reaLize that "he's ALL you have, untiL he's aLL you have. . . ."


I wonder if anyone knows the real Casie . . . some swear they do, others publicly advertise their bewilderment and yet, some are still actively pursuing an understanding, a comprehension of me. . . . However, I know that no one knows me, because I have yet to know me. . . . There are so many faucets, colors, and variations that even I cannot fully digest the extent of my character. Although, I cannot precisely justify with words my composition in a formulated Mission Statement; I can put to rest the endless postulations which seem to regenerate themselves amoungst friends, associates, and strangers.

The first and most resounding fallacy would be what I like to call Society's theory of:
*Mr. and Ms. Casanova* . . . . I will expand on this later . . .