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"my god, it's full of stars!"

About Me

Celluloid-Monoscurity

Our personalities paint the picture of who we are. The fragmented persona is a mosaic. A wet, dripping canvas, always in search of a frame.No need for introductions. We are already on the same page, just sentences apart.Influx within a hidden expression. A constant fascination with the sound of your voice. To share a bashful reality. To feel a piece of a puzzle, wedged in our subconscious. Intimacy in music. Our words are the lyrics that draws both scribbles and stares. I make eye contact with those who can not... I can only try with those with me. I enjoy sharing music, films, and any other form of expressions. Listening and peering in to see what makes people smile, dance, sing, expand their awareness, is something I enjoy promoting. Drawing inspiration from simple acts of spontaneity is very concentrated within me.Falling into conversations. Falling in spoken words. Absorbing the sounds of urban nature. A fusion of concrete and flowers... complimenting one another.
What is Your World View?
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You scored as Postmodernist
Postmodernism is the belief in complete open interpretation. You see the universe as a collection of information with varying ways of putting it together. There is no absolute truth for you; even the most hardened facts are open to interpretation. Meaning relies .. and even the language you use to describe things should be subject to analysis.


Postmodernist


94%

Cultural Creative


69%

Existentialist


63%

Modernist


56%

Idealist


44%

Romanticist


44%

Materialist


44%

Fundamentalist


13%

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Creating a canvas, painting, and splashing the colors on the palette . Creativity is an energy in us all, we strive to share, par-take, and create expressions. When communicating with people, I believe in letting each others colors bleed through. Letting it drip on our shoes.The idea of breaking down the intellect, the constant stigmas we create subconsciously. Shedding stereotypes , fronts, and the presentable self.Connecting and sharing energy through comfort, art, expression, intimacy, friendship, love, confusion, and curiosity.Being a vessel for whoever you are.Soaking in our curious nature.Exploring and discussing movies, computers, music, politics, love, sex, war, drugs, art, writing, society, culture, and whatever spills off our tongues.Creating a strong bridge that knows no distance. Cutting the strings off us. Exploring the waves of perception together. Creating a community of expression. Sharing comfort in our words.

Music:

"Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. MUSIC IS THE BEST." -Zappa

My Blog

Swim

A spilled mirror wiped all across the canvasTurning into the dust layed upon the piano stringsStriking the molded wax unfolding our muted wishesUnearthing...
Posted by "monoscure" on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 10:41:00 PST

Dilation

When the envy has ran through bleeding stones And the lake overfills with the jester's marbles, Then heavens melt into pills That we spin like stars That spill into our hearts Running amok Juggling...
Posted by "monoscure" on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 12:39:00 PST

Branching

luminescent marbled touches strokes flight of tenderness sheer freeways fumbling basking in hydrants kicking up whispers fall through the leafs earth soaked envy rooted winds hidden spaces clapping u...
Posted by "monoscure" on Fri, 30 Nov 2007 07:26:00 PST

Dissemination

Placement of senses Wide asleep Nourishment of change Roads that fail Sidewalks which melt Trees embark through our touch A gradual chilled whisper A tingle of touch Flight of truth Sourced from c...
Posted by "monoscure" on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 12:57:00 PST

Gestures

To which our mirrors begin to melt Softly drowning the stains Streets no longer divide Designed to consume We curled beneath a bypass Reading the bricks Lodged within mouths Drinking brittle words...
Posted by "monoscure" on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 12:54:00 PST

Room

Sea ceilings Taste of glass Transpose warmth Sheltering a breath A glimpse of sensibility Biting at our feet Lets us hide now Hidden in knots Interwoven beneath a veil Like molded wax Where the w...
Posted by "monoscure" on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 12:53:00 PST

Dust-House

passing in between houses with no doors trees through the pavement open windows wind blowing through your senses sweeping up the dust the paint is faded the shingles are cracked desire is knocking...
Posted by "monoscure" on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 12:52:00 PST

Sensitivity

I recall this one time I had awakened from another dream. Rather than your regular dream, I tend to dream in images and/or scenes. Very rarely do my dreams play through in a linear fashion, the sights...
Posted by "monoscure" on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 04:30:00 PST

Sand

The eyes grazed on the creekStaring into longingWater roughs the stonesPebbles creep to surfaceLike childrenLike her desperationFighting on the astral sandPlaying in a plain of whispersLet us shape ou...
Posted by "monoscure" on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 03:18:00 PST

Buildings

Voids in the citiesThe scent of skinTouches of sugarWasted time playingSpirits smelling highPolishing sidewalksWalking naked topple through cloudsForest overlook handsShaping housesMechanical language...
Posted by "monoscure" on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 03:16:00 PST