I love the arts, all of them because it is the best form of human expression, why tell me how you feel, stumbling over words that don't quite explain the experience, when you can paint, dance, or sing how it felt---- Does that not explain it all?
Cool people, I love everyone until they give me a reason not to...."Four and twenty blackbirds and a partridge in a pear tree..." -Marcus BowenI edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)
Jeff Buckley, Edith Piaf, Kimya Dawson, Stone Sour, The Never, Oasis, Ozzy and all other big hair bands, Janis Joplin, Pink Floyd, Led Zepplin, Radio Head, and well every good rock band, and every good french night club singer....
Rocky Horror Picture Show is my all time favorite movie! then there is Crash, Rize, Resivior Dogs, Full Metal Jacket, Pulp Fiction, Donnie Darko, Clockwork Orange, and every other movie you probably don't like....
okay...i'm a lamo...Supernatural is the only show I really watch other than ATHF, you should watch and become addicted too...Thursday nights @ 9pm on the CW...
I LOVE Invisible Monsters, Choke, and Cat's Cradle! Plus anything by Anne Rice, (and to all her fans, yes I mean everything, even those under her pen name ;D)and well Stephen King of course and everything by every children's writer, b/c it takes a whole different, amazing person to be a child at heart forever....
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, 1689-1762 poetThe Lover: A BalladAt length, by so much importunity pressed, Take, Congreve, at once, the inside of my breast; This stupid indifference so often you blame Is not owing to nature, to fear, or to shame; I am not as cold as a Virgin in lead, Nor is Sunday's sermon so strong in my head; I know but too well how time flies along, That we live but few years and yet fewer are young.But I hate to be cheated, and never will buy Long years of repentance for moments of joy. Oh was there a man (but where shall I find Good sense and good nature so equally joined?) Would value his pleasure, contribute to mine, Not meanly would boast, nor lewdly design, Not over severe, yet not stupidly vain, For I would have the power though not give the pain;No pendant yet learned, not rakehelly gay Or laughing because he has nothing to say, To all my whole sex obliging and free, Yet never be fond of any but me; In public preserve the decorums are just, And show in his eyes he is true to his trust, Then rarely approach, and respectfully bow, Yet not fulsomely pert, nor yet floppishly low.But when the long hours of public are past And we meet with champagne and a chicken at last, May every fond pleasure that hour endear, Be banished afar both discretion and fear, Forgetting or scorning the airs of the crowd He may cease to be formal, and I to be proud, Till lost in the joy we confess that we live, And he may be rude, and yet I may forgive.And that my delight may be solidly fixed, Let the friend and the lover be handsomely mixed, In whose tender bosom my soul might confide, Whose kindness can sooth me, whose counsel could guide. From such a dear lover as here I describe No danger should fright me, no millions should bribe; But till this astonishing creature I know, As I long have lived chaste, I will keep myself so.I never will share with the wanton croquette, Or be caught by a vain affectation of wit. The toasters and songsters may try all their art But never shall enter the pass of my heart. I loathe the lewd rake, the dressed fopling despise; Before such pursuers the nice virgin flies; And as Ovid has sweetly in parables told We harden likes trees, and like rivers are cold.