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About Me


I lost my name a long time ago, and my face along with it. Now I like to pick up names and faces on my way, try them on, see how they fit. Life's a circus, everything's a stage act: play along!

To be silly is to be divine. There are no contradictions.

I never mean what I say, especially when I do, but I'm always very serious. I never grew up past 10, and I never got over Peter Pan.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Astral players, grown up children, sideway mystics, glamorous anarchists, tomboy princesses, and dandy decadents.If you don't take yourself too seriously, but are serious about the world, I may want to know you.

Before you add, please, READ THIS:

1. I am generally only accepting add requests from people I know. If your profile is private, please send me a message along with your add request so that I can tell where I know you from.
2. If you are in a band, please send me a message explaining why you wanted to add me. Otherwise, I will deny.Thank you!

My Blog

Birds

I have always thought that the sight of birds clustering the bare branches of a winter tree is one of the most magical things we have access to outside of fairy books--and the sight of a whole flock o...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2009 06:29:00 GMT

Life

She sat in a coffeeshop overlooking a busy street, in the corner table by the window.  A small girl, with somber eyes and a quiet smile.  Black hair, black coffee, a black hat placed on the ...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Oct 2008 10:42:00 GMT

There were never any mirrors in our house.

Ever since I can remember, I was taught to hide my face from strangers. It was because of a prophecy, my parents told me. They never wanted to talk much about it, and I learned not to ask, just as I ...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 01:58:00 GMT

Dreams. Three.

I had a friend who always dreamt of a White City.  Half divided by rain, half by sun, he said, as though a knife had cut straight across and left a curtain of tears.  All the inhabitants of ...
Posted by on Tue, 27 May 2008 07:52:00 GMT

Dreams. Two.

Something that I wish dearly could be true, is for dreams to communicate across dreamers, so that when you dream about someone, somehow they'd be having the same dream about you.  The dream would...
Posted by on Thu, 22 May 2008 05:54:00 GMT

Dreams. One.

"I have the weirdest dreams!" she said....But then again, don't we all?  Which one of us hasn't dreamed of, say, a bizarre cross-country roadtrip with your three closest friends, Madonna, and Bar...
Posted by on Tue, 13 May 2008 19:48:00 GMT

Silver Apples

I. Luna Luna was often called a good-for-nothing girl, but in fact she was very good at polishing floors and silverware and furniture, and this was why she worked at the palace. She was not told this...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 00:59:00 GMT

Dream of Fire

This is a rather old story with a rather obvious influence, but I am fond of it still.Once there lived a dancing girl of fire, a gypsy girl of flame.  Bright and free were her days, leaping and t...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 01:47:00 GMT

On the creation of fantasies

Melancholy is good for the mind.  Happy endings kill any desire to explore.Trees talk to you when you're little. Running the palm of your hand over bark is like reading runes.  They don't s...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 06:37:00 GMT

Who's the real Billy Brown?

Even before he saw the fairy, Billy had trouble sleeping at nights.It wasn't the dark that kept him awake.  Billy liked the dark, more even than he liked full light.  No, it was the ending.E...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 01:32:00 GMT