WARNING!!!!

So, I haven't posted in a while in fact it has been so long I forgot my address. I go to my computer and log on to the net i type www.natrix.com oooops! that's not right it was ome company, oh yeah I think to myself it on blogspot so I type: www.natrix.blogspot .com and the familiar black template that i chose loads up and in the box it say's "Natrix" the as I look about the page du dum...du dum...du dum dudumdumdudm the JAWS theame plays in my head and my heart skips a beat then tump tump thuthump thu thump it beats faster as a scan the page what does this all mean, tessting...blogsomething test test test...lorem ipsum something...posted by: nate oh no i thought it has been so long since i have posted that pranksters have hacked into my blog. and started posting gibberish...How long has this been going on. I click some of the links...This isn't making sense. I break into a cold sweat and scream " WHERE AM I!!!!"........ wait a minute my blog is "ENTER the natrix" whew...

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got agua?

I found this bottled water that has the coolest name ever:VOSS

hair today gone tomorrow

well my fans have been patiently waiting for another inspired pearl from deep within the cognitive grayness on the darkside of my ocular cavities. I was sent an e-mail, this one inparticular had an attachment, photo of some redhead. My friend, on a whim decided to dye her hair red. earlier in the week a former co-worker came into Starbucks sporting jet black hair. yesterday I just got bored and took a pair of clippers to my noggin. with one strand of hair scientests can determine what type of diet one has, were one lives, race, and virtualy unlimited DNA information. like the rings on a tree our hair provides a rich history to those who know how to dicipher it. Imagine once one decides to walk into the hair stylist or the drugstore to pick up that box of dye, they have decided to alter the course of their life. the stylist will shampoo, snip, snip, buzzzz, buzzz, a little, a lot, somewhere between, maybe none at all. they apply color or peroxide to remove existing color. perhaps a million tiny strands of your old self being swept into a pile mingling with other salon patron's past personas. Just sewpt into a dust pan and thrown out. when the process is finished you walk out an apparantly new person with a renewed confidance. It will more or less conform to your asthetic notion of what is the new "you". For a split second people you know won't recognise you. even though you are still essentially the same, the same likes and dislikes, same taste in music.

The future present has a past and it's now

Marty McFly : Wait, you don't understand. If you don't play there's no music. If there's no music they don't dance. If they don't dance they don't kiss and fall in love and I'm history.
I'm sure just about everyone has seen Back to the Future. in the movie Marty McFly goes back in time and inadvertantly disrupts the space/time continum, when he saves his dad from a fatefull accident that was the original conext of his parents meeting and falling in love. He now has to ensure they meet and fall in love, before he ceases to exist.
we all come into this world at a certain point in time when our history our part of the story begins. untill that time there was no "self" before that point of conception we didn't exist. When I was young i had the idea that we were in some ethereal plane (heaven) just waiting to be born. From the moment we are brought into this world our expiriences begin to shape who we are and will become. "Remember that which made you who you are, remember that which makes you unique, and forget everything else that makes you tired, scared, and weak."

A Sartre Thought

In love, one and one are one.
Jean-Paul Sartre