Writing. Poetry. MUSIC! ART! Tantra. Anarchy. Taosim. Movies. ART! Painting. Dancing alone...naked. Blackjack. PHOTOGRAPY. Bank robbing. Travel. Destruction. Creation. Children. The power of the human heart. Healing. Hiking. Biking. Camping. Astral travel. Dreams.(reading and conscious dreaming) Osho Zen Tarot. Numerology. Communal living. Nudism. Ascension. Mayan calender. Zero Point. And last but not least, shaving areas where hair does not grow.
Genuine Individuals. True Friends. Freaks of Nature!
Modest Mouse. Tori Amos. Tears For Fears. Live. Beethoven. Keane. Sarah McLaughlin. Jewel. Duran Duran. Depeche Mode. Smashing Pumpkins. U2. No Doubt. Eminem. Soul Asylum. Pet Shop Boys. Cyndi Lauper. White Stripes. Enya. Gary Jules. David Gray. Elliot Smith. Michael Jackson. Bob Dylan. The Doors. Pink Floyd. Blue Oyster Cult. Ok, I'm going to stop now... my brain hurts.
Donnie Darko. Baraka. Amelie. LOTR. The Matrix. The Outsiders. Real Genius. Innerspace. Vanilla Sky. I like Independant Films alot.. the more I see of Hollywood, I think HollyWould if she could, but she can't seem to, so she doesn't. Say Anything. Better Off Dead. (Cusak fan) Etcetera....
Ew. I rarely find anything truly worth watching on Television. (and I seem to spend all of time avoiding commercials!) I like films better!
Now your talkin. The Fifth Sacred Thing. The Pleiadian Agenda. Einstein: In His Own Words. The Holographic Universe. The Giving Tree. The Four Agreements. Conversations With God series. Why Do Clocks Run Clockwise? The Day I Brought The Wave Home. The Kin Of Ata Are Waiting For You. God On A Harley. Where The Sidewalk Ends. The Sedona Method. Conscious Dreaming. Spiritual Astrology. Siddhartha (Herman Hesse). Into The Forest. Beyond Fear. Emily Dickenson (especially Acts of Light) Henry David Thoreau's WALDEN. Breaking Free. The Starseed Transmissions. The Power Of Twelve. Okay, again... my brain hurts... too many to list.
Me as a kid. My wheelchair bound friend, Suz. Ghandi. Underdog. Papa Smurf. (do they have to be "real people"?) My mom. Jim Morrison. JFK. My friends. The angel appearing to be the homeless lady I give money to by the freeway, who shakes my hand, and my soul.