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About Me

Basically, I'm a low-key girl that works on "island-time" aka: I'm perpetually late. Not that I'm proud, just honest. I have been deemed a "free-spirit", although none of us are truly free...but I guess in a sense, it is applicable. Kind of a dreamer... Kind of a loner.. there are too many other things I could be doing. The people that ARE cool though, are my friends until the end.I'm PASSIONATE about music. It's saved my life many, many times over in EVERY way possible. I am a musician at HEART, I play the drums, a lil' guitar, and a lil' piano, and I am currently taking mandolin lessons... There is not a more pure LOVE than making sounds.... Most of my friends and acquaintances are nasty, nasty, musicians and/or artists of some sort and honestly, I can only hope to be half as good as them someday. I thank them all for their knowledge and inspiration. THEY are the real-deal.Ryan Thompson...the NASTIEST bass player this side of the Mississippi...Hadrien Feraud...The NASTIEST bass player that side of the Mississippi...Andrew Light...(the sickest guitar player I've ever known-and I've known some GOOD ones in my life)...Dave Marion..."the future" of guitar playing...Allie Moss...a singer with a voice that sounds like warm butter dripping off of a candy cane...Arne Wendt...He's scary on the keys.I AM a professional writer. I wrote a poetry book that I am so very proud of. It was reviewed by the Poet Laureate, Ted Kooser, and nominated for the Walt Whitman Award and a Pulitzer Prize in poetry...I did not win...but, I'm still very grateful, shocked, and honored for that gift-a TRULY surreal experience.Simply put, I love and make art of all mediums.A few more things you should know... I dislike T.V. and even more so, all of the bull crap that media feeds into people's souls. Are WE, not the creators of our own realities? So why subjugate myself to such mind-numbing rubbish? I hate ignorance and overt obnoxiousness. Appropriate obnoxiousness is another story:) Even so, I pretty much go w/ the flow. I'm very open-minded, yet very opinionated at the same time. I'm not afraid to voice my opinions, but, I try to keep to myself because I HATE gossip, cattiness, and drama... I would like to consider myself a cultured, spiritual individual and seek those that are the same. I like people who: Think for themselves, have opinions- but are not judgmental of other's opinions, are intelligent or at least strive to be, can not only take a joke- but dish one like a MO-FO, have a natural sense of morality, and can just be. (Having something to add to the mix is always a great attribute). If I'm not in my hoodie - I'm doing it up right. Any reason to play dress-up is reason enough for me. Any reason to get in costume is cool too. A GOOD sense of humor will win me over every time- so important. A good heart will win me over every time also, but, it's hard to find these days. I can usually read people like books, who is the real-deal, who is not. I like being aware of what's going on in the world- always question authority. You'll find me where the Guinness is and/or a vicious break-beat. I'm all about fun- and finding it in "the simple things". Although, I do like bling-blinging, occcasionally. And with all the darkness I've seen, I still believe so much in beauty, trust in "real love", love New Jersey, hate George Bush, and have a strong belief in GOD- NOT cult'esque organized religions/ organizations- such people and politics kill(ed) GOD.And NO, I am NOT married...


My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Anyone willing to read my long profile, Dali, Mozart, Einstein, but MOST of ALL- GOD.... ----------------------------------------------------------- And yes, of course, these guys...Hadrien Feraud (bass), Bireli Lagrene Guitar), Damien Schmitt(drums)..."The Dream Team"..... -----------------------------------------------------------

My Blog

Cosmos Paradox

Perspective betrays with its dichotomy:train tracks always meet, not here, but only....in the impossible mind's eye!Horizons beat a retreatas we embarkon sophist seas to overtake that markwhere wave p...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 02:32:00 GMT

Meateor

A rock was put in the corner And left there?! It was You. Or You, And some days, You! The Sun projects its pride unto me- Remains of its ego Cower at my feet. Its shape resembles mine! Black...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 19:52:00 GMT

Cinquain on Political Sex

ASSHOLEDirty- RankingForcefully Invaded, Emptied-Head is a corruptBUSH
Posted by on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 19:46:00 GMT

RAYNE- A Pantoum

fx= 1 2 3 4 /  2 5 4 6 / 5 7 6 8 /    7 9 8 10 /  9 11 10 12 /11 2 12 1- (a6a7b6b7)RAYNE Clear magnets on the glass Seduced by gravities class Reunite like Sunday Mass Prayin...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 19:34:00 GMT

Dont, Fall!

Apathy is the air-pocket in my EVERY fix.Tapped too lightly like loose-lippedDoorsOf rooms I could recite like my smoothest lies;And know the dimentions of by heart.Apathy is the oxygen that I inhale....
Posted by on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 12:58:00 GMT

Last Supper

Last Supper Becoming more accustomed to this caustic taste in my mouth, The human mind (equipped with tools for survival), now savors the flavors of solitude. Whilst sitting amongst a round table of ...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Jan 2006 15:53:00 GMT

Doug

DOUG All day I play chess with the shells of the world, she warns. He swings his hallow-hinged hot air door. Wandering,  Wondering,  Whirlwind mind. Caught a breath of it, ...And left.....
Posted by on Sat, 28 Jan 2006 15:51:00 GMT

Hungry's

HUNGRY'S  We few&The few who struggleOut here in the darknessAreA handful&Clenched,Then spilledBy pouncepaw destinyInto the sanded hourglassWhose eroding densityCollapses rushing arteries of...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Sep 2005 16:16:00 GMT

The New Moon

New MOON The clouds pass and disperse& Are those weightless figures the faces of love? Those pale irretrievables? The Moon:  a great borrower of light, centers around itself. The Sun:  is a...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Jan 2006 15:49:00 GMT

Cirque De Soleil

Cirque De Soleil     I NEVER Stood. Then, YOU- Piza. Not where I was born, But where I died& And Home. The circus had come to town again. Walked tight ropes, Juggled swords, And swallowe...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT