"dreams can be such dangerous things... they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes consume us completely.I adore mangos-music-reading-water-earth-flowing things-animal fur-colorful insects-pagan ideals-piercing-body art-acrylic paint-wind-sand-voodoo-silk-laughter-exotic plants-sharp things-blank canvas-amber-dragons blood-dreams-stars-summer nights-rain-incense-candles-writing-inspiration in all of its forms-noise-skulls-flowers-lace-bones-antiques-mythical creatures-fairy tales-leather-dolls-art-mexican folk art-culture-frankincense-the burnng times-fluid dance-rituals-coffee-smoke-conversations/debate-shock value-tibetan jewelry-silverSan Diego Serenade I never saw the morning til I stayed up all night I never saw the sunshine til you turned out the light I never saw my hometown until I stayed away too long I never heard the melody, until I needed a song.I never saw the white line, til I was leaving you behind I never knew I needed you til I was caught up in a bind I never spoke i love you til I cursed you in vain, I never felt my heartstrings until I nearly went insane.I never saw the east coast til I move to the west I never saw the moonlight until it shone off your breast I never saw your heart til someone tried to steal, Tried to steal it away I never saw your tears until they rolled down your face. -Tom Waits
new friends and old....
ambient-metal-deathrock
currently...the forbiden zone and quills
CSI and Morning News on KRON-thats it
It sleeps in me,Voodoo Dreams,Baudelaire,The Goddess Path,Voltaire,120 Days of Sodom:Marquis de Sade,White and Other Tales of Ruin,anything by Niel Gaimen"All the reasonings of men are not worth one sentiment of women."-VoltaireLaments of an Icarusby Charles BaudelaireMen who lie with a whore Have satisfied their needs, But my poor arms are sore From clutching at mere clouds.Thanks to the priceless stars That flicker one by one My burnt-out eyes can see Dim memories of the sun.Hopelessly I have sought To touch the end of all; Beneath some melting heat I feel my pinions fail.And, burnt by beauty's fire, I shall not fall to fame Or drop into death's pit Bearing an honored name.The imagination is the spur of delights... all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?Marquis de SadeThe Ghostby Charles BaudelaireLike an angel, feral eyed, Piercing to your sleeping side, Gliding down with oily flight In the inwards of the night,I shall give you, my dark one, Kisses frozen as the moon, Caresses such as snakes give Slithering round the open grave.When the livid daylights waken You will find my place forsaken, Icy till the evening's here:As others might with tenderness Rule your life and your youngness I shall rule you with a fear.
my cats,my little brother