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Velvet Cuts

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About Me

They told me to find my space. My special place, where no one and everyone can reach me. Any strong emotion is absorbed into the air. Peace envelops my body. Thick forestry surrounds me. My legs are running and yet I am not moving. Instead the universe is moving around me. My spirit darts above, flying with the whispers on the wind as my body dances below. Now rolling hills, then sparse desert, electric city, snowy mountains, roaring ocean, serene green dreams. Up high to the skeleton tree I ride. Carved into the protruding twisted roots of this ancient giver of wisdom are three words. CHERISH ASPIRE BELIEVE. I condense around this pansophy. I have found my space. Now I can face the journey of life again. But I will be back! Layout made by LuCkYStAr0620 at CreateBlog.com .

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Anyone who believes in equality, that no one is better than anyone else. Non egotistical people who want to discover the breathless beauty, the world, the stories therein... come join me round the fire

My Blog

What if you slept, and what if in your sleep you dreamed, and what if in your dream............

What if you slept, and what if in your sleep you dreamed, and what if in your dream you went to another world and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower, and what if when you awoke you had the f...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 10:48:00 GMT

Something to think about...

Another case of a benevolent ghost concerned a clergyman's mother who was having tea when she suddenly noticed a friend outside - 'Dear me, Mrs Lister is coming up the path with her handkerchief to he...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 09:00:00 GMT

Origins of Velvet Cuts...

Velvet Cuts represents those outside 'the matrix'. An enlightenment of the spirit. A characteristic of my passion. It is a pirate, an outlaw, a cowboy, a warrior. The outcast that will not conform. I...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Jul 2006 02:26:00 GMT

Ashes Fire Phoenix

The Beauty is everywhereyou just can't see ityou think it is lost foreverBut it is still there.It wears disguisesHaunts your dreamHides in the back of your mindon the darkest daysbut it is still there...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Dec 2005 21:00:00 GMT

The Raven

I sit and mull over the thought between the stars.  My Muse. Listen Edgar Allan Poe The Raven[First published in 1845] Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over ma...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Nov 2005 21:00:00 GMT