Blasphemous....it works perfectly, i mean phemous sounds like nasty painful fungus disease and blas reminds me of blast, which is what i would like to do to get that fungus off... --so the story really begins march 19, 2003. I woke up and am akward, haze glazed over me, paralyzing my body. i didn't know what to do, i felt nausious and helpless. My eyes sank into my head and an obnoxious noise beat repeatively. Boum boum boum over and over again. The room faded to a glowing white and I wraped myself tighter in me fuzzy blanket hopeing for some redemption from the mask that locked me. The boum became lighter, and differnt sounds mixed together until the great band in all historys song was formed thru the rumble of sound...all i ever needed by the early november. It was awakening, it was at if it freed me from my captivity and i rose from the grass i laid in...the day had started-- so thats the true story of izabel jackson, behind this wierd mysterious chick that lurks with us...blasphemous..pure innocent blashphemous..anything is feasible. *:**:**:*HAYLEY*:**:*