No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist / Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd / By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries, / Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl / A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily, And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.

John Keats,
Ode on Melancholy

My name is Martin. I'm a young adult and member of a multiple system, and while I'm not a main frontrunner, I'm making an effort to try and be more social (I've never been particularly well adjusted, so I'm starting out small). Sterling -- another member of my system with her own page here -- loves to make little personal websites, so she got to work and here I am, giving things a try. It's actually pretty fun to decorate a page like this.

To be honest, there's not a lot else interesting about me. My middle name is Dominic, I'm masculine but not male (and not too keen on gender as a concept), I like poetry, so on and so forth. I'd like to learn guitar or piano at some point, I have a weakness for classic rock, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Hannibal, and Supernatural are some of my favorite shows. One of my dreams in life is to publish my own poetry collection one day (likely under the name M. D. Lukas); hopefully I'll be able to make it a reality someday.