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About Me

I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)TANK GIRL:AMIDILLO:PREFACE TO THE ENGLISH EDITION:ALAN.C.MARTIN.We live in an age of psychic bombardment; our beings are immersed in a constant flood of sensual stimulation. We are drownin. Our waking ours are fillied with a ceaseless manipulative attack from Televisions, Computers, Billboards, Magazines and Brandid T-Shirts. To combat this abuse we raise defensive barriers and develope methodes of turning off sensory receptors; this in turn deplates our natural selves and blocks the flow of creativity, communication and positive energy. In ths way the modern world refuses our right to be who we really are as it relentlessly plugs away at us with meaningless throwaway ideologies and life style choices. We are all "Illos". Everyone of us, without exception, has an Achillies heel, a soft centre, a moment of weakness, an "Inner Child", all of that crap. Nobody is hard as nails. We have all grown Chunky armour to cover our little "Illos" and, unfortunatly, the make-up of that amour has been dictated by the quantity and quality of influence exerted upon us by the man-made world and it's occupants. Our armour is all that stands between us and the insanity that would prevail if we were all to actually beleive every advert, every polition, every newspaper, and every national conglomerate sponsored informatial that is thrown at us. We must take controle of our armour if we are to survive. We cannot let it form solely as a reactive response to a fools ill-formed and greedy judgement: ALAN.c.MARTIN. Who is quite an amazing person.

My Interests

I like making films.. I like drawing and painting, I LOVE TO WRITE, I love to take photographs of old and new, of beauty and inteligence, and of the magical and mystical.. I love people who are magical, interesting, have an imagination, and drunks!I like to play my guitar, infront of the mirror! like the pleb i am. I love dancing in the forest with my mates, goin to gigs! and the rest.. I have a pasion for surfing. I love surfing, I hope to be out there one day. Flying.

I'd like to meet:

Here's to the crazy ones. * The misfits. The rebels. * The troublemakers. * The round pegs in the square holes. * The ones who see things differently. * They aren't fond of rules. * And they have no respect for the status quo. * You can quote them. Disagree with them. * Glorify or Villify them. * But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. * Because they change things. * They push the human race forward. * And while some may see them as the crazy ones, I see genius. * Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do. ..

Music:

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I love listening to new music every day, Music that is unique and interesting, where every song is different and has meaning to it! I like music that makes me get up and dance. Or sit in a hole and cry. I love my music. It is my Additction. My Drug.HREF="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmNvbWJpY 2hyaXN0LmNvbQ=="

Movies:

I like a few. The cheesy 80's zombie/Demons films are the best. The romantic ones make me cry, But the hollywood chick flicks bore me. I like films that are completly off the wall, and again, i mention the imagination thing again. I love films from france and Japan. And many other countries to. They are alot more interesting.. These hollywood remakes these days are so dull.I hate hollywood.

Television:

I don't whach much tv, It's all reality shows.. Big bother.. house programs.. Its so fucking boring!

Books:

Anything with inteligence, imagination. I like books where you can get lost, And it all come alive in your head. I like them full of vampires, demons and ghosts. I like them full of fairies and Other little creatures of the forest. I like them all raunchy and rather quite Gay as to say. I like them full of history and full of sciences.I like them full of notes on how to change the World.

Heroes:

"The only people for me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to love, mad to talk, mad to be saved; the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars." - Jack Kerouac, quiving by Roxxy.

My Blog

Westward Bound.

So it's westward bound i go. To London Town and the Devenshire mouth, from to and throw, it's something i need to know. So it's westard bound i go. Maybe a rose in my hair, a lilly in the hand, with n...
Posted by The Woodnymph on Mon, 19 May 2008 03:19:00 PST

Illusions if Grabdure.

Smugded and Disfigured. Illusions of grandure. Trust is the sugnificance of the idea. Do to others to do toward you. Stiil. There is no thought there. Lost through mother word. The forces of nature n...
Posted by The Woodnymph on Mon, 19 May 2008 03:12:00 PST

The Play.

Slap on the make up, smudge it up real good. Go on. Take a smile for the audience. I'll play phsycotic. An you play the old man. Please, youong brother, take my arm, lead me to health, for i think i'm...
Posted by The Woodnymph on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 07:47:00 PST

The Annoyence of Father Time.

Letting the spills of time slip down the ivory ropes. Glancing into the sunllight, it's snaking tendrils hug round my body. With all it's graces, feeling my lopsided face. My dried out Paint stained h...
Posted by The Woodnymph on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 07:33:00 PST

A realisation in the Garden.

I stripped the walls. I tended the Garden. I guarded the Halls. I painted the red. The passion came back, as i took to the hills. I flew away, an came back again. Life as awaoken, for i have been sle...
Posted by The Woodnymph on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 07:25:00 PST

The QueenAdreena/DaisyChainsaw song name game.

In my Bed of Roses, I Feel Insane, Not a word, i go through Cold Fish. Snakebiting the Dreams of Madraykin. She sing the Desert Lullabies of the Carwash Princess. Letting the Birdnest Hair fall, Sitti...
Posted by The Woodnymph on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 05:18:00 PST

Through the Door.

I hold out for anouther. I try not to bother. I wont even bother. You know the score. I hold out open the doory. you don't even look. ...
Posted by The Woodnymph on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 03:50:00 PST

Cigaret Burns and Scares.

Cigaret Burns and Scares. Warry of the passer by. Through the sky. Look right up high. Get lost in the &...
Posted by The Woodnymph on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 03:35:00 PST

Thoughts from the cloakroom.

Nor was it was supposed to be. Concerned and Fritherlous. Worms of a snake, wore down for the flesh to grate. The loss of power, Magget for the fishing tackle bait. A habbit for the residing of money....
Posted by The Woodnymph on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 03:27:00 PST

Bounty

Forget the myth of the Boutny Hunters pride. Untrustworthy of the souls that died. For they do not know what they know now. How they say, taking the bucket from the milking cow. Stricking the last blo...
Posted by The Woodnymph on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 03:02:00 PST