Tattoos
blacksmithing
(((((riding my bike))))) drawing painting photography movies books and my Ipod
I'd like to meet:
One person's craziness is another person's reality.
“TimBurton"...............................................
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Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.Toiling, -- rejoicing -- sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.
"Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"..................................When I was a younger man, art was a lonely thing. No galleries, no collectors... no critics. No money.Yet it was a golden age. For we all had nothing to lose - and a vision to gain.Today it is not quite the same. It is a time of verbage. Activity, and consumption.Which condition is better for the world at large? I will not venture to discuss. But I do know that many of those who are driven to this life are desperately searching for those pockets of silence where we can root and grow.We must all hope thay find them. “Mark Rothkoâ€...............Emperor of America an protector of Mexico.........
Emperor Norton.............................................
Within ourselves lies a drive, a force that only makes sense to us. It is that force that drive that can make a person crazy. Crazy is only what you make of it in the past , most people have been trained to think that crazy is a negative thing… but I repeat, crazy is only what you make of it. Crazy is a state of mind comprised of desire, anger, knowledge, courage, fear, & devotion. Crazy makes a man and woman fall in love, crazy makes a musician and artist talented. Crazy makes a dying man take his own life. Make what you will of this but I cannot believe I would be any better off sane. Therefore I am, and will remain crazy“Marilyn Monroeâ€
Music:
music I like hmmmmmmmmmm let me think..........
indie,,,punk,, folk,, heavy metal,, blue grass,, almost anything with a bagpipe,, Gregorian Chanting,, gypsy music,, rockabilly,,an of course anyone who can play the kazoo
Movies:
Anything sarcastic, intelligible, scary, and or downright retarded.
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Television:
Dexter
Mythbusters
History Chanel
Supernatural
House
Books:
Consult your local library. Say Brendan sent you.why?stop asking stupid questions just go to the library
Heroes:
Smity "aka" Miss pooky scabertin
The little girl with the bow Great Grandma the woman my Great Great Grandma, the old Woman my, Great Great Great Grandma, the man my Great Great Grandfather, the babys my Great Uncle, as well as the boy
my pop
Chaps
Angus
Don Quixote
