once the great Russian poet, pushkin, to who people claim i generally look like, had said :" and that darkest off all the years, in witch so many have fallen bereave, kind , and presuce victims. almost did not live a memory about itself, except maybe in some simple paster song, tiered and compfering. the last two sentences of that poem describe me more or less.

if you want thought to see a real profile on me you shuld probably ask my file from the israely police. they did a good job from what i so ...