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About Me

I spend way too much time alone and I can't imagine life without my music. Sleeping and lucid dreaming- these are priorities and I love animals more than most people. I like to travel for concerts and I want to see as many beautiful theaters as I can before I die. I'm interested in art, art in all of its forms, art as writing, painting, photography, sculpture, music, as a form of self expression, as a form of political expression, as means of political and cultural change, art as a cathartic experience, as an intellectually and spiritually challenging experience, as a way to understand more about our human condition and the minds and hearts of others, art as a psychological tool, and art, simply for art's sake
""Orchids, your sweet elixir to sleep. They open you to other possibilities, other worlds, other times. Drink deeply and sail your seas."
--Sabrina
"Art is not an amusement, nor a distraction, nor is it, as many men maintain, an escape from life. On the contrary, it is a high training of the soul, essential to the soul's growth, to its unfoldment".
--Lawren Harris

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

SORROW
"Sorrow is knowledge,
those that know the most must mourn the deepest,
the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life."
--- Lord Byron

"... joy and sorrow are inseparable. . . together they come and when one sits alone with you . . . remember that the other is asleep upon your bed."
--Kahlil Gibran

"Excess of sorrow laughs---excess of joy weeps." ~~William Blake

"Sadness is but a wall between two gardens." --Kahlil Gibran

"Joys impregnate, sorrows bring forth." --An old proverb, or Shawn?

"Sorrow has the sweetest little laugh, and
Sorrow is a pretty good friend to have
She said take off my blue dress
And give it to happiness....
It matches the color of her eyes at midnight."
-- Tori Amos

"He Poos Clouds" by Final Fantasy
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"There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
--Anais Niin

"I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy."
--Emily Bronte

"Footfalls echo in the Memory,
down the passage which we did not take,
towards the door we never opened,
into the rose-garden."
-- T.S. Eliot

My Blog

wild horses

The freeze has finally broken, if only barely and for a couple of days. Finally, I can find my breath again, my thoughts... and I only went a bit mad and just for a few days! Okay, maybe a...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 02:49:00 GMT

Winter

Marching into the heart of winter, there is no looking back. It's all frozen anyway. From here, well, I just kind of stay here for a while, I suppose. It's too cold outside and my t...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 02:48:00 GMT

faster than that

The Vanishing Peoplethey vanish so fast, faster than that...so fast that sometimesI forget to even notice.
Posted by on Sat, 22 Dec 2007 22:20:00 GMT

To Phoenix and back

There was funny John the assman, and Bill with eyes a thousand years old. Wes walked away armed with the knowledge that his name spelled backwards is Sew, while George kept Bones on a vigilant suicide...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 00:31:00 GMT

Hummingbird

In my night of mares, to which no horror movie or fairytale may compare, (Vlad the Impaler was there), a hummingbird, deep red and shiny, flew into the window of a room where a woman slowly died, or s...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 14:06:00 GMT

Song of the Sunflowers

Racing the sunset home, I watched those withered flowers, like a congregation, bowing their black choral heads in unison toward the east, praising the dawn before darkness ever fell, dreaming of heave...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 00:46:00 GMT

Kansas

I never was in Kansas before this weekend. What a strange place to visit. Driving through the darkness of this unfamiliar territory on my way to the big city of Lawrence, nightdriving, one...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Nov 2007 15:45:00 GMT

Goodbye Snow

This big stupid old goat... I love him, and on Tuesday, he's leaving. Born on the first day of the new millenium, he is almost eight years old now, and he's not doing so well. I was worrie...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 09:42:00 GMT

My Monday

A little unsteady with the camera... I always am. Thunderous water. This was my day!
Posted by on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 21:16:00 GMT

Scattered and not quite here

I feel like I'm hovering somewhere just over my left shoulder, but not quite here. This morning I took photographs of a massive golden eagle on the side of the road. I could hear the cries of h...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 21:26:00 GMT