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About Me

"Who see the many beautiful,and who yet neither see absolute beauty." -Plato/The Republic"Matter of opinion, and not as a matter of knowledge." -Plato/The Republic"If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is a part of yourself. What isn't apart of ourselves doesn't disturb us." -Herman Hesse/Demian"The idea of waiting for something makes it more exciting."-Andy Warhol"The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time."-Jack London"I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book."-Groucho Marx"He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."-Friedrich Nietzsche"The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends."-Friedrich Nietzsche"I detest that man who hides one thing in the depths of his heart, and speaks for another."-Homer"A thinker sees his own actions as experiments and questions--as attempts to find out something. Success and failure are for him answers above all."-Friedrich Nietzsche"Holding onto anger is like grasping onto a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else. You are the one who gets burned."-Gotama Buddha.. .. .. .. .. ....

My Interests

ArtPoetryReadingWalkingDiscussionsCoffee/TeaMusicWriting.Sun rises/SunsetsThe OceanThe SkyMountainsPeople

Books:

AUTHORS: Herman Hesse Jack Kerouc Neal Casidy Charles Bukowski William S. Burroughs Hunter S. Thompson Arthur Rimbaud Diane di Prima Allen Geinsberg T.S. Eliot Poe. William Shakesphere Henry David Thoreau Jack London

Heroes:

John Lennon & Christopher McCandles

My Blog

Unsure. 2:30 a.m.

and thats how it ends.unexpectedcorruptcorruption of the ounce beautiful mind.apologies and never endings.. all gone.empty loss.the stomach churns into a thousand circles.you breath in fear as if it w...
Posted by Parissa on Thu, 18 Sep 2008 03:06:00 PST

WEIRD

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Posted by Parissa on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 12:55:00 PST

Jason

his tired eyes...his cold shaky hands...i wanted to hold him in my arms and tell him everything would be alright.he told me his story and why he used.--smoking cigarette after cigarette-- you...
Posted by Parissa on Fri, 12 Sep 2008 11:00:00 PST

Jack Kerouac Sept. 16, 1961-POEM

How awfully sad I felt thinking of my sleeping mother in her bedthat she'll die somedaytho herself say "death is nothing to worry about,from this life we start to another"How awfully sad I felt anywa...
Posted by Parissa on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 05:22:00 PST

Film 1-3

Life ant times Of Allen Ginsberg-Part 1 -Part 2 -Part 3 ...
Posted by Parissa on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 04:17:00 PST

Another Poem .

..TR> Bowery Blues. By: Jack KerouacThe story of manMakes me sickInside, outside, I don't know whySomething so conditionalAnd all talkShould hurt me so.I am hurtI am scaredI want to liveI want to di...
Posted by Parissa on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 10:00:00 PST

Coffee.the rant.

Always sitting in this room. Always waiting for something. What am I waiting for? Who I am I waiting for? Myself?I cant let go of my mothers problems any longer. They dwell on my shoulder more t...
Posted by Parissa on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 04:16:00 PST

Howl-By Allen Ginsberg

Howl For Carl SolomonI I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro st...
Posted by Parissa on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 03:19:00 PST

Charlie Chaplin

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Posted by Parissa on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 09:05:00 PST

Chronicles of Glitter Nipples

The man with lots of excited glitter bottles had spilt and rubbed them all over his nipples..they now were possesed by giggly, lethargic, creatures and they killed jesus, and stabbed midgets purposely...
Posted by Parissa on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 01:45:00 PST