Art in any form, Paranormal Research, Folklore, Symbology, Astrology, Mythology, and Travel.
You Are Surrealism
Dreamy and idealistic, you've created a world that is all your own.
It's very likely that you've either dabbled in drugs or are naturally trippy.
You are always trying to push beyond the boundaries of your culture and society.
You believe that art, love, and freedom can change the world.
What Art Movement Are You?
You Are 32% Girly
You are a pretty hardcore tomboy, and a very free spirit.
Gender roles be dammed, you like to do things your way.
How Girly Are You?
I would like to meet other artists who work in any media, and people interested in the paranormal as a scientific field. And I can't forget my favorite men (other than my husband, who is my real #1 leading man, of course) including ... Actually, I have a top 10 hottie list that almost changes daily, except for my #1 man. Top 10 as of March 26th is as follows:
10 - Michael C. Hall
9 - Gabriel Byrne
8 - Colin Firth
7 - Cillian Murphy
6 - Christian Bale
5 - Joseph Fiennes
4 - Grant Wilson
3 - James Franco
2 - Ralph Fiennes
1 - Alan Rickman
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Classic Rock, Bo Bice, Metallica, Queensryche, Fuel, 3 Doors Down, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Kansas, Coldplay, etc.. Also like some country and Celtic tunes.
Anything with Alan Rickman in it! Monty Python movies, especially The Holy Grail, Lord of the Rings Trilogy, B movies, and, of course, Star Wars 1-6
Ghost Hunters, Fox and Friends, Dexter, Sci-Fi Investigates, and Inside the Actor's Studio Don't watch it much...
My husband's book, "Riding to Newport". "The Collector" by John Fowles.THE GLASS DARKLY BY DONNIE LAMON Life's intangible mystery, Groping wildly through history, Obscured in dark soliquay, I search with lighted lantern.Crawling through painted dreams, On night's unraveling canvas seams. Reality like sunlight beams Falls into this cistern.Like puzzle pieces scattered out, The corner pieces lie without. 'Tis maddening, this restless bout, To piece this thing together.Night or day, I can't discern. All I learn, I then unlearn. Hot is cold, and cold doth burn, And yesterday is forever.Screaming from a voiceless throat, Time stops as if to gloat. A cacophony of silent notes Disrupts the air before me.In this cold, dark prism lie, Groping, flailing, there go I. From wall to wall, from low to high, I live this wretched story.Life's intangible mystery, Groping wildly through history, Obscured in dark soliquay, I search with lighted lantern.Crawling through painted dreams, On night's unraveling canvas seams. Reality like sunlight beams Falls into this cistern.Sudden then, the lid doth crack, And I recoil, taken aback, But reaching through the space unslacked A strong malfigured hand.And grasping now, my hand doth yearn. To what the end I can't discern, But for a flux my heart doth burn, On some new ground to stand.The gentle hand pulls me through, And sets me on some space anew A sky that seems a brighter hue Cushions a realer sun.A realer world, indeed is this, Tangibility seems a brighter bliss, The mystery of life's cloudy mist In one clear sight undone.The hand's voice a sweetened song, Says, Here's what you've waited long, To see the world where you belong. Your world has just been born.And child-like, laughing, crying I, With trembling voice and twinkling eye, Bade my bridled thoughts goodbye, Astonied thoughts adorned.So many things I've often wondered. So many dreams of life I've plundered, So many heights I've set asunder. I began with baited breath.The voice, so calm assured me then, This was a realer, deeper zen. The trek of knowledge now begins. Life, afterlife, after death.And then, dream-like he showed to me, The technicolor of reality. And unraveled the great mystery, Of enigmas now and goneThe utero glee of life regained, Shed the chains of life's disdain, And paradise a child attained, The joy of being home.
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