yoga, Pilates, weight lifting, studying Eastern philosophy, nature, insanely passionate about art of any kind esp. books and film, photography (the older the better), found-art, debauchery, the ocean, dancing, worshipping Goddesses, exploring abandoned houses, quiet introspective moments, vinyl records and reel-to-reel tapes, appreciating the "bad" with the "good", people watching, smiling too big, hopelessly romantic, stealing strangers' memories, kitties and creepy babydolls, learning anything new, losing the ego, caressing my own heart, wanting to be swept off my feet, the balance between self-protection and exposing my weaknesses, dumpster diving, positive interactions, acting silly for others' entertainment, spiced rum, truth, experiencing 2 emotions at one time, staying positive, occasionally irreverant and obsene but not hurting anyone...
Crazy passionate people who can be real, crack themselves open and show the world what makes us human... old friends, new friends, open-minded insane people, artists, the homeless, new books, risk-taking, gut-spilling revolutionaries. have a seat, let's pour a drink. Tell me your secret....
Seekers of Lice
by Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891)
When the child's forehead, full of torments red,
Implores the swarm of white dreams hovering dim,
Two elder sisters take him from his bed,
Sisters with silvery nails and fingers slim,
And seat him near a window opened wide,
Where tangled flowers are flooded with blue air;
Their terrible and delicate fingers glide,
Full of enchantment, through his heavy hair.
He hears their timid breath, and, flowering it,
Long vegetal and rosy honies sing,
But broken by a whistling sometimes, spit
Sucked on the lip, kiss of imagining.
He hears their black lids beating; and their mild,
Electric fingers, in the scented breath
Of silence that in greyness folds the child,
On royal nails crack little lice to death.
And in him mounts the wine of idlenesses,
Harmonica that well might rave but sighs;
And in his heart, in tact with caresses,
A ceaseless wish of weeping starts and dies.
avant guarde noise, new wave, 80s glam, 1920s-1940s jazz, psychadelic, world, classic rock, some goth, old school electronica, industrial, rockabilly, indian bhangra, big band, weird shit
Go ahead, skip around :) This is my passion.
Music Playlist at MixPod.com
I LOVE MOOOVIES!
Peter Greenaway, Jean Pierre Jeunet, David Lynch, Guillermo del Toro, Jan Svankmejer, experimental, silent, surreal, foreign, anything that takes me out of my reality. i love films about strong women. i like to be uplifted. and disturbed. i enjoy good cinematography, old film quality, melodrama.
The Pillow Book,
Things You Can Tell by Looking at Her,
anything Bette Davis,
Passion of Joan of Arc,
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf,
American Beauty,
Forbidden Zone,
21 Grams,
The Nines,
The Orphanage,
Flashdance,
Juno,
What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?,
Cabinet of Dr. Caligari,
Royal Tenenbaums, Big Lebowski,
Lunacy,
Best in Show,
Antonia's Line,
Pump Up the Volume.....etc, etc.
KILL YOUR TELEVISION!
sun magazine, anais nin, ray bradbury, childrens books, susan vreeland, sy safransky, joseph campbell, aimee bender, nikki gemmell, ancient sacred texts, passionate, human, flies-on-guts-but-there's-always-hope kind of books, puke and sex and love
the ultimate guide to codependency
beautiful
You can't do that on television inro