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About Me

We open on the streets of Portland. The afternoon has brought about clouds which are dark and slow moving. Rain scatters the air into thousands of pieces and the people are scattered too. They shake jackets and umbrellas, turn the dials on their thermostats, or stare out of brightly lit shops. The safety of warmth and of good smells. My hands are dipped into my pockets and my face is wet, reflecting the variant spectacles of street lights and car lamps. Music has caught itself in my ears and I hum to it, realizing that there never was music. I hum anyways. I am strong, my mind is as sharp as an exploding sun, my spirit is deep enough that I cannot see the bottom, my heart is beating, and my boots are in good condition. As a small boy and as a young man, I have played a million private games with myself. A fond one is 'where and who will I be in the future'. I am Blue Winterhawk, I am 29, and I am walking on the streets of Portland. The afternoon has brought about clouds which are dark and slow moving. Rain scatters the air into thousands of pieces and the people are scattered too. Hell yes.Profile Edited by MPS MySpace Editor 2.0

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Burning Man

1. in which we prepareTicketsGogglesGlassesDust masksExtension CordsLight bulbsTie downsZip tiesLights (x-mas)Fudgie bear outfitMedsBootsPillowsSleeping bagSheet/ light blanketPaddingTentCamerasTowel/...
Posted by Blue on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 03:03:00 PST

a parisian tale

It is 1892 and springtime in Paris. For you and I, it will always be the spring. The sun is setting to the west, and we are both dressed gaily and winding our way along the banks of the Sienne, headed...
Posted by Blue on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 01:49:00 PST

the King and the Moon (working title)

The middle aged king of the first great human civilization is coerced by his evil intentioned Advisors to seek a bride. Five women are selected from all the different points of the land and brought be...
Posted by Blue on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 11:05:00 PST

confetti for the dead

Let me tell you about Mardi Gras and the arc of experience. This also has to do with birthdays and the lost of a Christ, being that today was a double day. It was Kurt Cobains birthday and it was the ...
Posted by Blue on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 03:27:00 PST

Just the Ticket

A cold wind sends the rain down onto us in gusts, making the air breathe like a drown victim, resigned to its fate. We are all huddled in front of the Elysian Movie House, beneath a silver and forest ...
Posted by Blue on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 06:18:00 PST

the forest god

a children's rhymethe great white sunis the seers doom.the moon sees all.the earth waversslightly,in the wakeof saturn's call.a museI lieon a sheetlessmattresstangled in the legsof a blood hairedTalto...
Posted by Blue on Sun, 04 Feb 2007 05:39:00 PST

a childrens story, section 1

6Section 1 of wishes and lions Chapter1 The Empress Kiki sat alone on the grassy hills, which spread themselves behind her families' palace. With a deep sigh, she propped herself up on her elbows...
Posted by Blue on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 04:50:00 PST

circle, maiden, circle

circle, maiden, circle I'm ten years old and I sit cross-legged on crummy shredded carpet the color of a dying turtle, watching t.v and praying that my dad never comes h...
Posted by Blue on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 04:09:00 PST

the death of us all

the death of us all this is the sound of the sun screaming.making the earth bleed at nightlike some mechanical ghost on the back of a rural road.driving at unreasonable speeds.whipping back the e...
Posted by Blue on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 05:41:00 PST

dance on, liar

11:58 dec 31 2005. At a party in a house belonging to people I've never met, people are starting to breath a little quicker. Eyes skitter at each other and drinks are finished as the...
Posted by Blue on Sun, 25 Jun 2006 05:44:00 PST