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amanda

she was tiny and dark and she could float

About Me

"she comes in colors everywhere...she's like a rainbow..."

..

My Interests

(love is a dangerous angel)
love...
light...
my family...
the ocean...
YOGA
expanding the power of my mind...
finding stillness...
uninhibited spontaneous crazy dancing...
making pictures...
words...
traveling and wandering...
stamps on my passport...
adventure...
my sicilian roots...
the 1960's
the 1970's
art, everywhere.
nudity...
questions...
religious studies, but not organized religion...
astral projection...
lucid dreaming...
sleeping for a very long time...
geishas...
shimmer, glitter...
pink...
daisies in my hair...
outdoor live music...
autumn in northeast ohio...
california...
nutella...
summer nights...
surrealism...
rockstars...
strippers...
fireflies...
insanity...
cupcakes...
pretty girls...
small town summertime festivals...
random road trips...
tired washed-out beach towns...
boba...
monkeys...
refinement...

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I'd like to meet:


"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exloding like spiders across the stars."
-jack kerouac

Music:



soulful, jazzy, folk-inspired, bluegrass, psychedelia.
-goddess singer/songwriters.
-lyrics, poetry, and bleeding hearts.
-acoustic artists being open, honest, and groovin'
-both messy and dreamy...as long as it makes me feel feel feel.
-anything that makes me wanna get up and dance like a mad woman.
-most things french.
-and i love me some piano music.
the beatles...
the stones...
janis joplin...
M.I.A...
cat power...
the shins...
modest mouse...
spoon...
imogen heap...
regina spektor...
sigur ros...
elliot smith...
scissor sisters...
magnetic fields...
goldfrapp...
the blow...
the weepies...
postal service...
phoenix...
of montreal...
polyphonic spree...
indigo girls...
tegan and sara...
kinks...
CCR...
led zeppelin...
white stripes...
violent femmes...
three dog night...
matthew sweet...
jack johnson...
bob dylan...
marvin gaye...
tori amos...
ani difranco...
liz phair...
sarah mclachlan...
grateful dead...
rilo kiley...
damien rice...
bjork...
phish...
simon and garfunkel...
james taylor...
nirvanna...
pixies...
radiohead...
frank sinatra...
weezer...
eels...
OAR...
neutral milk hotel...
portishead...
ray lamontagne...
aimee mann...
death cab...
barenaked ladies...
cake...
doors...
feist...
dave matthews...
bob marley...
yeah yeah yeahs...
beck...
the cure...
david fucking bowie...

/center

Movies:

i have seen about 12 movies.
i'm kinda like an alien.

Television:

LOST, scrubs.

Books:

the bell jar
confessions of a memory eater
franny and zooey
memoirs of a geisha
the eden express
the god of small things
valley of the dolls
veronika decides to die
the red tent
catcher in the rye
the stranger
1984
the hours
fear and loathing in las vegas
a tree grows in brooklyn
maggie now
on the road
lolita
the four agreements
most things spiritual
most things poetic
always:
francesca lia block
charles bukowski
richard brautigan
margaret atwood
elizabeth wurtzel
paulo coelho
e.e cummings
rumi
etc, etc, etc...

My Blog

jack gets it.

"...the whole thing was hopeless, besides which Lucille would never understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop.&...
Posted by amanda on Sat, 10 May 2008 05:10:00 PST

america when will you be angelic?

"...I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet..."-allen ginsberg(for lee with love-let's bring you home to this fucking land of freedom already...)...
Posted by amanda on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 01:31:00 PST

because i haven’t been writing...

"...I always liked you in your pink-red shell, dangerous and slow..."-charles bukowski
Posted by amanda on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 11:22:00 PST

thought bubbles

she told meshe doesn't rememberhis toesanymore.maybe next year,she'll forget his hands(lips, eyes, scent)and thenone day,just an empty thought bubblewhere she used to seehis face.we'd be chaos,me and ...
Posted by amanda on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 08:53:00 PST

one year later.

i thinki'm bleedingthe last remnants of youout.
Posted by amanda on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 06:20:00 PST

glue

always movingdrug, drug.vowing notto be messy again.bits and pieces,books and hairyou're so fucking beautifulsad eyesredbrite lips,field hippiesbeauty-queensmake a paper-dollfor me.i'm leavingthe worl...
Posted by amanda on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 10:39:00 PST

tomato soup

santa ana windsare blowin'fireson the ocean,while i sitinside a bookeating tomato soupin hollywoodever since you met me,i've been leaving.all thisstupid sunshineburning my skinat the edges,making it c...
Posted by amanda on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 01:15:00 PST

all the picture frames

we made letterswith our bodiesbefore we grew up.i have hearts sewn on my wristlike a rag-doll,stitched.you need firei need airi float,floatwe're knockingall the picture framesoff the walls,will yousav...
Posted by amanda on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 02:57:00 PST

sketch book boy

i'm looking atnot even half of you,the edge of your back.outlinedalways in gray,and mostly black.dark jacketfunny hatsilver teakettleon a trayanda m e r i c a n s p i r i ty e ...
Posted by amanda on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 11:56:00 PST

love-struck.instantly

the skywas a sheet of graybeforeyou leftbut it's twilightnow.it's perfect.i sawa sweet sweet boywashed upon the shoreunderneath wavesof a cornflowerbabybluesorrento sea.his eyes lockedtransfixedlove-s...
Posted by amanda on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 12:46:00 PST