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Courage

Do you like the taste of my steel? It is so cold...

About Me

I am constantly winded by the surreal beauty of life and the humans in mine. My friend Josh (www.barsuk.com) reminds me that I am living a true adventure, and for that I thank him.Apache/Comanche-Teutonic/Celtic warrior water nymph. I like to make things, so that when armegeddon comes and this earth shrugs it's mighty shoulders and is rid of most of us, I will be able to rebuild. I don't buy into the idea that we need all this stuff to fix us, detest most commercial culture, and believe that corporate imperialism is destroying the human spirit.In general I am drawn to those who've developed thier own sensibilities. People who have had to grow through something. People are so much more interesting when they are not getting what they want.

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My Interests

fire, water, metal, music, art, film, innovation, giggling, adventure!

I'd like to meet:

You like the naughty, but not so loud that others notice. You see the world for what it is, and flirt with reality, but are not married to it. You are moved by the quality of light, the intent behind someones fingertips when they brush against yours, and understand why rust and decay are beautiful. People locked in subtle intimacy in places like the supermarket; the way that woman holds the papaya up for her lover to inspect it's quality, does not escape you. You are afraid of the things you want most for yourself, but work through those fears to create your world. You want a quiet peace inside sometimes... You understand the necessity of obsessions and addictions even if you yourself have not much room for them (anymore). You've fucked enough whores to know a good blowjob, what lies at the end of that cul-de-sac, what is sacred in a kiss, and can now appreciate the delicate art of spooning. You seek to create exceptional human experience. You know what you want out of a partner and are unwilling to accept anything less than truth about that person.DISCLAIMER: If you are devoutly religious or republican, I am not the droid you are looking for. If you want an ornament, trophy or Yes girl, I am not fragile enough or acquiescing enough to be any of those things, nor do I have the desire to fit into those molds. Best of luck on your journey.

Music:

Neurosis!, 30:06, CLUTCH!, Tomahawk, 40's torch songs, Anything that John in the morning plays, (www.kexp.org), 7 Year Bitch!, Z trip, MC Chris, Tupac, The Mars Volta, King Straggler, Pink Floyd, Madredeus, John Vanderslice, Grandaddy, SDR & The Fire Theft, Dead Can Dance, Jackpot, Corporate Avenger, Von Iva, Bjork, Sly & the Family Stone, Jeff Buckley, Theivery Corporation, Miles, Thelonious and of course the Duke of Elliongton, Ols Soul, new soul, anything with its own soul, anything with a tight rhythm section that pushes an envelope.

Movies:

The goonies, Ladyhawke, Bladerunner, The Shawshank Redemption, Buffalo 66, Garden State, Dead Birds, anything by Tim Burton, Alfred Hitchcock, Stanley Kubrick, or Clive Barker. I'm just scratching the surface on the jap-anime scene. But I likes what I'm seeing.

Television:

Battlestar Gallactica. Deadwood. Heroes. Lost. How it's made.

Books:

Yes, but only if you come over and we spoon while we read them to each other.ok. that's a lie. I read all the frigging time.

Heroes:

Edmundo Thomas De Leon Jr, who died on labor day mowing his lawn. Survived by 6 loving children, Amy Elizabeth Rodgers, Anthony Theodore De Leon, Courage De Leon, Joseph De Leon, Nicholas De Leon, Sergio De Leon and a very loving and adoring wife, Janine Sacramone-De Leon.My father taught me about trees and hiking, how to tell good stories and awful jokes, how to work hard, how to forgive and ultimately, how to grow.I miss him. A lot.

My Blog

The moment of freedom

when you realise that other peoples shit isnt your shit.The moment of completeion of karma.A sigh of grace from the universe.Feeling sunlight through the hasey marine layer.Knowing the you and your Go...
Posted by Courage on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 08:16:00 PST

Old Pain gets easier every time

the question I have to ask myself, when confronted with more pain than one person has "actually" generated in my life, and by that I mean, when someone hurts me really deeply by doing something innoce...
Posted by Courage on Thu, 31 May 2007 06:57:00 PST

the look on his face was priceless

It's not like I don't have a few, like I didn't know the truth about him,on some level,at my core. but I wanted those damn ear rings my mother had given me that she'd made, the month after she almost ...
Posted by Courage on Wed, 30 May 2007 12:35:00 PST

Morning Blogging

It's the tuesday that is a monday, which makes the whole week go by faster, I arise with lower back fused into some sort of knot that reminds me of personal failings. I arise actually early actually ...
Posted by Courage on Tue, 29 May 2007 08:12:00 PST

May 25th, 2007

Scaling the limbs of an undiscovered volcanofeeling the sweetly distinct rumbling of hot magma underneath my tiny feetbeans and cigarettes never tasted so goodBananna pancakes on the jersey shorethe e...
Posted by Courage on Sun, 27 May 2007 03:49:00 PST

NW Diaries Part one: the Day After the Heavy Hearts

This morning I felt like absolute shit. I can only surmise that the effect of smoking way too many cigarettes last night and standing around in boots that have just about no heel left in the cold att...
Posted by Courage on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 08:53:00 PST

The truth bleeds through my skin....

The rain saturates my consciousness. Simple interactions with common denziens of the the Northwest yield such rich rewards it's difficult to remain objective. This land pulls me always and it is too...
Posted by Courage on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 02:19:00 PST

Nobody makes war like they used to...

Fall. Autumn. Sweet, frosty breath hanging in the air. A reminder that we once made war with this land. You chop wood and I make pancakes.  It smells like pine and fresh snow.  In the a...
Posted by Courage on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 11:45:00 PST

The Bicycle Diaries Part 1: the Death of the Datsun& and Hot Scott the Bicycle God

My beloved 1975 Datsun B210 died about two months ago. Upon its demise, every punk rock rebellious bone in my body screamed out Fuck it!!! I was done trying to recessitate my beloved hunk of junk. ...
Posted by Courage on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 11:47:00 PST

Los Angeles whine no 4573

I need to move.I feel oppressed in my current living situation and I pay way too much money to feel this way.I'm starting to wonder again why the hell I'm in LA.I don't really feel that connected to a...
Posted by Courage on Fri, 09 Jun 2006 12:47:00 PST