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cat

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

Finally happy. Finally free, waiting for peace. I can feel it coming.I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4
Who Should Paint You: M.C. Escher
Open and raw, you would let your true self show for your portrait.
And even if your painting turned out a bit dark, it would be honest. What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?

My Interests

paganism, film, poetry, literature, music, art, mythology, travel, philosophy, good booze and foreign cigarettes, and long deep conversation

I'd like to meet:

Honest souls.

Music:

A Perfect Circle, Tool, Peter Murphy, Daniel Ash, David J, Nick Cave, Billy McKenzie, Bowie with orange hair, Lou Reed, Velvet Underground, John Lennon, The Jam, good dirty garage rock, punk rock, psychobilly, The Walker Brothers, dusty springfield, ronnie spector (hey, that's me!) diamanda galas, lene lovich, todd rundgren, good old soul, miles davis, parker, monk and gillespie,bauhaus, nephilim, mission, damned, pistols, pil, joy division, smiths, bunnymen, julian cope, prodigy,The Untamed, Lillidug, brit invasion...so much more...depends on the mood

Movies:

The Prophecy, Warlock, Siesta, Lars Von Trier, Dada, Metropolis, most historical epics if done well, hellraiser, lost boys, life of brian, bladerunner, the hitcher, albino alligator, noi albinoi, the ice storm, la dolce vita, city of women, un chien andalou, jean d'arc, palookaville, johnny suede, history of violence...rutger hauer cybor=hot, viggo mortensen when quirky, anything independent and edgy

Television:

Television...that's a band, ain't it?

Books:

greek tragedy, mythology, Kerouac and other Beats, really depressing nihilist norwegian guys,yet unpublished rambling ruminations

Heroes:

they all died and they were friends of mine

My Blog

more from the book

I had a book that was a collection of rock and roll quotes. It was a compilation of very stupid or very witty things that came out of the mouths of very stupid or very witty punk and alternative icons...
Posted by cat on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 01:50:00 PST

Bon Voyage, H & J

Real friends are hard to come by. That's what you've always been told. You can count your true friends on the fingers of one hand. Bet you've heard that one too. I've been lucky. I make friends easily...
Posted by cat on Thu, 31 May 2007 05:10:00 PST

another passage from my book

People die, and most will tell you that when they experience the death of a loved one young, it is a detached sort of event not fully understood until maturity. My family is a tactile one. Growing up ...
Posted by cat on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 01:25:00 PST

excerpt from my book....

who am i??"I am a traveler &.body, mind and spirit, but the heart is still. I flit when I feel like it, but my heart is not so quick to move on. It takes a hike most often when broken and these days i...
Posted by cat on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 04:45:00 PST

more old poetry

My Bedroom   In nights of tender noise Tears in sad and desolate eyes Grace fresh sheets of paisley Clean with faint scent of vanilla.   Hope of elusive visions lie In gentle dying...
Posted by cat on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 04:38:00 PST

old poetry

Le Petit Mort   Love vents itself like terror from a whisper to a scream Washing over us in blues and greens Bestowing gifts in waves and undertows All at the whim of  Poseidon's moods ...
Posted by cat on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 04:36:00 PST

in answer...sort of

ABOUT LOVE   Her heart breaks into pieces Tattered and torn Like crumpled paper Scattered across the floor Emotions at mercy to the wind like autumn leaves Brittle, brown and dying. &nb...
Posted by cat on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 04:31:00 PST

tag! you're it...11 random, weird facts about u on the blog page

Here's how you play: Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 11 weird or random things, facts, or habits about yourself. At the end, you choose 11 people to be tagged, listing their n...
Posted by cat on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 05:03:00 PST

Prague 06 and Before

Spires cut the sky like black icicles melting against the gray. Fallen angels perch on buildings like Watchmen casting suspicious eye. Alone in thoughts, my footsteps echo. Alone in self the city bre...
Posted by cat on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 06:06:00 PST

Prince Charming

He lays deep in morning sheets' fitful slumber. sheds mystery tears on tortured pillows. when afternoon comes he questions the stains. His life is in the crumpled bed. Sweat, skin cells, night time ej...
Posted by cat on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 05:49:00 PST