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About Me

nearly all people bore me. the mass seweragcide nature of clumped humanity. wall-eyed people who; if they actually realised they were alive; they'd have a heart-attack and die! so rutted in routine they are blinded to feeling the groove.

rare exceptions to the above excite me. that rare spark of humanity that has something creative & real to offer.

im also intruiged by 'ways-of-seeing'. that is, how the consciousness can alter an experience and translate it in a way that is entirely different to how it is 'used' to being experienced. i have taken the fire of pain & suffering in my life; converted it to water, and drank deeply.

an anorexic 20yo wylde
wrapped in contemplation of a somewhat knotted future near madness..

My Interests

writing. expressionist creativity. in any form. surfing. the sea. the see. making a difference. to those that touch me.

I'd like to meet:

connectivity excites me. when one party can bring to the table, contribute and by sharing resulting in 'more'.

sensuality entices and excites me. the sea washing thru & over me excites me. writing, with varying views of seeing and heightening experience, excites me.

"through cuneiform eyes oscillation scars squid an angled hook; for unequal triangles harmonise senses in an orchestrated string quintessential bow quivered on an open brow; symphonies & ska bars honk elusive understandings all found in the font of meaning. and. value."

my luvs bum. doncha jus luvit?

my 3rd fave purring feline thingy :)

bowing to the ocean @ yellow sands.

toe2toe. with love.

Music:

pitbulls & butterflies.

Movies:

what the bleep do we know. unbearable lightness of being.

Television:

64 channels. and nuttin on.

Books:

catch22. erica jong. bukowski. cummings. hawkings.

Heroes:

paris hiltons pink electric chair. and. jim morrison. and all shaman.

My Blog

bleeding orchid gun

.sitting in balled knotsof foetal dispositionsmoments wrap skin untwinedglare of a hovering sunresonating mantrasdown days lazy dinsmelting a bleeding orchid guntriggering telescoped unmagnified sinsd...
Posted by Wylde on Wed, 14 May 2008 04:30:00 PST

~about wylde~

I describe my writs as 'mind paintings'. Linear understanding has little to do with it.poetry is art. a human art.an art of human expression.an internal verbal depiction of experience, outwardly manif...
Posted by Wylde on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 04:04:00 PST

shalane

. no im not ubecause ur mealone togethershared symbiotically . ...
Posted by Wylde on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 12:45:00 PST

knocked senseless

. i feel the scent in your eyestasting the words that they seei taste the peace in your touchhearing of the visions that will bei smell the presenceof skin tightly talkingpounding up wordlessly . &nbs...
Posted by Wylde on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 01:04:00 PST

[hot afternoon by the pool]

. i slit my eyeson your lips tasting the sightsof your hips in prismed heightscrushing hibiscus slips . ...
Posted by Wylde on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 12:32:00 PST

sticky notes

.i slip upon nights lipsher starburst hairlifting sins & joywhere the rupture of songs may never hemorrhage but when they do mothers apply bandages on wednesday nights in front of leaking orbswhil...
Posted by Wylde on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 01:57:00 PST

anais anin

. my anais anin of captured words exhibited in lavish portals succumbing to sublime visionary injection adrenaline energies profused in a focussing and diffused spectrumvibrating ether mixed with geli...
Posted by Wylde on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 01:44:00 PST

unspun spinning

. numb dumb succumb grinding hips of corn in a pelvic press thresh limp skin torn tattered in spatter closet cannibalised moments swimming selfsating saturations clipped on clump...
Posted by Wylde on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 04:54:00 PST

necks

.lamentable lullabies ooze their reality shatter-flocked on gullsprides flocculating my cries this empty drain rimmed in eye-blockstainsetched serrating ghosts hang hung gutless and gutted.bewail the ...
Posted by Wylde on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 02:37:00 PST