i see i hear i dance. i run too fast i fall and hurt myself.is this about me or you?what's it matter if it's true?
My Interests
Film, writing, video, music, art in general, global affairs, and cheese.
I'd like to meet:
Real peoples.
Music:
Tastey rythem, rock, and grooves...
Movies:
real stuff to make ya think and feel
Television:
not-practicing
Books:
Little Prince
Heroes:
Peacemakers
My Blog
poem o de day
what's the point of my space traveling in time in a place that's all space, each continum of the line occupied by one body at one time, is my space the thinking that led to the atom bomb, the concent... Posted by papaloveone on Fri, 18 Aug 2006 09:19:00 PST
poem o d day
There are 24 hours in a day, but how many sardines in one can? There are 12 in a dozen, but how many grains of sand can be held in a hand? There are 100 cents in every dollar, but how many ways to ... Posted by papaloveone on Tue, 01 Aug 2006 10:18:00 PST
poem o de day:
this time is for honoring the sleep of our ancestors'
this time is for the dream that lingers at dawn
this time is for lovers who linger at leaving
this time is to remind ourselves of who we are.... Posted by papaloveone on Fri, 16 Jun 2006 01:50:00 PST
