If it isn't one of us, It has got to be all of

Beware of Crazy Ninja Healers!

Or So the Juedeas Says.

Heed Not My warning,

And You might be hand dead.



Oillo!
My Name is Juedeas, Or so thats what My mother in a past life called me. For Now, My Patron Name is Tiffany.
I may know not of this 'hip' and/or 'cool' of which you typicals may speak, but I do know of times long past.
Of Words, and Sights, and puppy bites
Of lakes, and thylacines, and Great Auks, and a few wolverines,

I know of many of things gone past, as I follow my tale of tail's past. I may seem Crazy,
oh but I'm not.
Just a little caught up with things that are not,

Or Things that were, but now are not.


I speak in riddles, and I speak in rhyme,
Things from far before my time.

I speak in tongues not of mine own, but in tongues long forgotten. You may even need a dictionary for a translation begotten.

I'm not fully of shiny things, like ipods or golden rings,
But I am full of interesting brings, like my Thylacinic Side, of which I sometime abide.

Of my humble Abode I do sincere, Maybe things will beome quite clear.

Of things and wonders, I do not Impede.
Of a life time of Wishes and Dreams, I do Beleive.



Now My friend, I bid thee Adeiu, and wish for a good day to come for you.