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About Me

A fair lass who enjoys waxing eloquently while pontificating on the higher tones of life. She believes in the sweet taste of Neo-Platonism, and likes her St. Augustine with Manichean marmalade sliced bread. Believes in cucumber sandwiches --but attests young lads who mimic the tailored essence of Dorian Gray. She thinks Castiglione makes the better Casanova-- and Boccaccio is just hot wild sex. She talks in plural third person and boasts now being an editor of two college newspapers. She eats candy daily and believes that if everyone had tete a tetes the world would be a better place.Right now, she's learning how to anchor (while having a bad hair day), enjoying her George (Forman that is), and seeing life through the lens of Cleveland County.She knows that a woman is 50 percent illusion-- but would you care to know the rest?

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Well I've already met my Mr. Darcy. Kind, illustrious, enigmatic and auspicious the young lad is -- but in order to be a true Mr. D - one day she hopes he'll sport the bowtie. I must digress though--- I've met plenty of Dorian Grays with their flashy wit and bevy of beauties; however, this young lass aspires now merely to find good gentle kindred spirits. All of the Kathryns enjoy minds which fancy poetry, harlequins, Byronic heroes and Gilbert Blythe romances with tinctures of Lady of Shalott moments. And if you also enjoy Tucker Carlson style bowties and pink dresses- we must soon become avid contemporaries!

My Blog

Esperanza

Esperanza, In mills, manacles held back our hair, tides swept back the soot from your eyes, the swelling of your back, breaking -- was beautiful, my dear like gun powder dust, or cobwebs on...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 06:17:00 GMT

Awakening Cordelia?

Awakening Cordelia serene flute jostled with leering eyesfall leaves crunching under a pen's chopping ink block.The chlorophyl stungthe truth you always sungover a sinkin...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Nov 2006 15:23:00 GMT

There, there

There, there Somewhere someone clutched the safety Some hornet stung much too quick -- and there, there is treatment - oil and gravy the water too pure to love me. I turn up...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 13:55:00 GMT

Into the ice then...

There is a verbal blade in the orchard hidden underneath and in her room there's a scallop moon there's a horn to halt a cranberry of lies . unicorns pricking&nbs...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Mar 2006 18:25:00 GMT

a lie, a cry, goodbye - what first rhymes is that the key to the mind's eye?

Then they took away her last goodbye as the Rangoon ears played on inches of alabaster pride some single state some chaste iron girdle glass iron world Even more fragile with tigers pulling...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Feb 2006 08:27:00 GMT

crater of water?

The white orchid, admist the bloom of the tiger lilly can only stand erect so long before her carriage too --is brought down to a prurient l'hopital, a crater of water and a gush of ill-fit exis...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jan 2006 20:58:00 GMT

A Winter Day

A winter day My windows opened in the plasticity of unbridled necessity A harness hold an adjunct world chimes, sounds wetted with words you bell. You said we should linger Linger like &...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Dec 2005 07:42:00 GMT

Some foolhardy girl

Some foolhardy girl where is the fog under the wire brushes of day? scraped away all my little firmaments, did you? little drops on steam asunder your cloudbursting ideal ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Nov 2005 07:36:00 GMT

delusions of grandeur

Did Odette plan the last escape, lingering underneath the frothy sylvan thought would Sylvia have bit if she knew she'd gulp a draught and where does rain clot? drip drop drip drop when nice cust...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Oct 2005 21:24:00 GMT

much ado about fall folliage

would it matter to him, in dim, Parades of cerebral skin? the kitchen-light half bathing nude Now, the emperor of ice cream asking for the scoops back too? I'm too old for this and tha...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Oct 2005 13:25:00 GMT