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tracy

Blew a stop sign and ran into myself, head on

About Me

A loyal casualty, fiercely so......Love deeply to the core and will tell you so, how one internalizes this....well... doesn't matter. Life is precious and shorter than one cares to recognize. A friend to the end. Private, musical, artistic, creative, intelligent *they say*. Always questioning optimism, negative reaction, opinions; What does *that* mean? Is that feeling, logic or fact? Is this one's personal version/vision of their truth or their opinion/observation of mine?....... Will it matter as much tomorrow? That what I perceive to be beautiful is truly the most beautiful to my heart. Self-absorbed or too focused? Blanked out, merely mentally hibernating, or am I just plain *in a nutshell* losing my mind?Fiercely independent, yet completely committed. Always seem to ask too many questions or not enough. Care too much or don't care at all to care... Gypsy at heart. Forgiving, or did I care to remember? Was it important to carry a grudge? Not afraid to fail, stumble, trip, fall or succeed. Too damn perceptive, a contradiction to myself and to most that believe they know me...that version/vision question injection once again....................................................... ............................................................ ............A continuous vine that grows in any direction.....................................My life changes in a moment repeatedly................who am I? I am human.

My Interests

I DON'T HAVE ANY TATTOO'S .... SOME ARE ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE WORKS OF ART...... JUST LOVE THIS PICTURE OF TOM WAITS...I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER COME ACROSS ONE OF HIM I DIDN'T FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT... XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXHe y......Just wanted to send my many, many thanks to each and every one of you here on my site. I wish I could post more of you on the first page. I truly do. Almost seems unfair.......I am aware of each and every post (friend) and am truly humbled by your requests, taking time to send a comment and for honoring mine. Thank you, thank you!!.........Connecting with people all over the world is such an amazing thing!!......Best part is reconnecting with old friends I thought I'd never see or hear from again!...................................................... ............................................Music... I need more time to devote to it...more than ever lately..... I have to make a few changes happen... It is my heartbeat.................................................. ...........................................................W riting, painting, traveling, love that feeling of experiencing some place new...Good conversation combining food & a few drinks!!! Can't go wrong with *that* combination in *most* circumstances... & just fill my brain with something new -------------------------------------------- Make-up Artist--that's what I do -------------------------------------------- Vocalist- that truly is the core of me, Backup as well, get to play around, and challenge myself with all that harmony going around in my head. Find my way to sing whenever I can...It's all good, It's all satisfying.............but never enough------ ------ ------ ------ ------THIS PHOTO REMINDS ME OF MYSELF WHEN I WAS ABOUT THIS AGE. (( AND TODAY FOR THAT MATTER)) SO LOST IN THE MOMENT, COMPLETELY UNAWARE AND UNAFFECTED BY THE WORLD AROUND ME...

I'd like to meet:

Tom Waits, Taj Mahal, Van Morrison, Mose Allison, Dr. John, Tim Burton, David Byrne, Peter Jackson, David Lynch, Noah Taylor, Victor Davis HansonMuch, much more lurking about in my skullcap, just can't think of them.......other than those who have passed on......I'd sit down and have a conversation with my Mother, who sadly died unexpectedly and my Grandfather who always made sure I had at least a dollar in my pocket and loved me unconditionally... no matter what craziness I displayed or teenage angst I was inflicting upon myself.....I would like to have conversations with other certain individuals, who were stricken with so much emotional pain that they took their own lives. I'd like to know and understand their last thoughts before leaving this world. ........................................ ............................................................ . The first person to perceive sound as music. to eat an artichoke. understood that thunder and lightening was indeed a wonder to behold. I'd like to hear the world through someone else's senses I'd like to see the world through someone else's eyes, their perception of sound, emotion, happiness, anger, fear, etc...be their brain, their body, their soul. It's one thing to listen, but to actually enter into another world within a body.....fascinating!! I'd like to meet the impossible-------------------------------------------------- ---------------------I'd enjoy a conversation with Albert Ellis.. age 95....pioneer of REBT. Ellis believes everyone is out of their f*&^%#g mind. I tend to agree with him========================================================= ======================================================== The obscure, absurd, the creative, the outcast, oddball, the humbled, the pure of heart and soul regardless of their life experience. That genius comes in many forms. Reflect, dig it and dig in... ------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------I like to be flat out floored--------------- I'm always at the crossroads...the brain core intersection with a somewhat dysfunctional directional signal. I tend to get stuck in neutral far longer than I care to admit...choosing to ignore the obvious roadblocks that might make one question their chosen path...Maximum exposure to the elements. All it's beauty, ugliness, joy and pain.... Within each impulsive or thoughtful decision... logic or emotion, the self-discussion board creates the motivation, the dream, the false perception, the will, the fear, the reality of each question dancing out of bounds or within the box in our heads. Thus, the subsequent action begins. The performance plays out or in....the senses, each uniquely wired and formatted to the experience ........ correct or incorrect, does us good or does us in immediately, slowly or eventually...leaving a lasting impression-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------ And then there are the moments, one can only regard it all as yet another useless bag of junk.........................................--------------- --------------------------------------------- ------------------Honesty---that would be refreshing-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------A face with a view, A mind of endless dimension.

Music:

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Heroes:

WOULD NEVER SAY BUT.....I'LL RAISE A GLASS AND TOAST MY FAMILY AND MY FRIENDSXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX GREAT SCENE FROM THIS MOVIE BY THE WAY

My Blog

Ghostly threads of Loss and Learning

Am I the one wearing that noose so tightly bound around my neck. So few I ever feel peace with. So few in core I trust. Am I that scarred dog still looking for a home to nestle by ...
Posted by tracy on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 05:37:00 PST

Slow Groovin'

Shuffling about in my physical timeframe, aware of some defect. I must  have an air bubble traveling carelessly in this brain of mine. A Trojan Horse, a Virus, Terminal Brain Drain....leaking, ...
Posted by tracy on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 10:50:00 PST