Randilion::: Let The Revolution Begin.

About Me

Mostly, I'm a work in progress. A shameless flirt and an unrelenting pursuer of the cliche trifecta: truth joy and love. I like: riding bikes, pretending to be an expert at everything, playing with fire(figuratively and literally), meeting new skallywags, camping, going fast, going slow, lazy wine drunks, and tasteless humour. ah, but remember... I'm only serious if I'm looking you straight in the face................. its almost always a joke. calm yourselves.

My Interests

Living. Laughing. Loving. watching the crowds go by, watching the sky change colors.

I'd like to meet:

Some One to sing me songs and sit very still while I tickle their back:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::anyone who's even HALF as stoked about LIFE and ART as Bob RossSomeone who actually gets my Humour. People who want to change the world. People who ARE

Music:

I like music. music is good. but I'm not going to brandish a bunch of bands in the hope that someone will see them and think I'm awesome. you ask, I'll tell. ******AIM******** GetuptoFalldown

Movies:

Kazaam. I just love that Shaq

Books:

I would like to read a book about brian and me. Our lives are more complex and interesting than yours could ever be....havent you been reading the papers?

Heroes:

::::: Those willing to fight the good fight ::::: Lindsay Free. Jennifer Galbraith.

My Blog

The Contents of Your Daily Life

How many hours a day do you spend in front of atelevision screen? A computer screen? Behind anautomobile windscreen? All three screens combined? Whatare you being screened from? How much of your lifec...
Posted by Randilion::: Let The Revolution Begin. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

a strange journey

I packed my things, no real special attention paid.clothing arbitrarily thrown into a bag.I stretched and put on my shoes. it was time to go.8 am. jesus fuck.my hair is a mess and the makeup left over...
Posted by Randilion::: Let The Revolution Begin. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Custard's last (one night) stand.

The tiny incisions strangely familiar, like the searing pain one experiences in heart break.Dainty feet swiveling carelessly back and forth,dancing on the edge of a razorblade.I'll be in his bed befor...
Posted by Randilion::: Let The Revolution Begin. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

tonight I met a fiery furnace of a boy.

there were burning embers inside so hot and so beautiful I could not fight the urge to touch them. not just touch them, but hold them, grasp them in my little palms and squeeze. closing my eyes t...
Posted by Randilion::: Let The Revolution Begin. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST