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About Me

une enfant sans age. une femme de mort. la musique est ma langue. an ageless child. a dying woman. music is my language. isolation is necessary. i am very fond of all zither instruments. i would like to learn to play more. strings plucked and strings hammered. i will work my whole life on composition. i will learn to read and write music. i am thus far self-taught through intuition. these are the very beginnings of my visions. i hope you find solace with these songs. thankyou. when i feel ready to share my creations more with the world, i will venture out, when i feel confident that i have found the language with music that i am searching for, i will share it more widely. for now, i am still hiding away, and so this little myspace is a medium through which i can share my progresses and ideas with whomsoever should take interest. i appreciate all the encouragement i receive.On another note, I also write a lot of jibberish that those who enjoy jibberish may be intrigued by. Some can be accessed on the blog here, as well as here. ..
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Member Since: 12/14/2005
Band Members: myself, guitar, computer, spirit
Influences: nature
Sounds Like: http://deoxy.org/audio/peter.wav OUT of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping, Jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping To sight, revealing a secret, numberless secrets keeping. Sometimes the darkness trapped within a wheel Runs into speed like a dream, the blue of the steel Showing the rocking darkness now a-reel. And out of the invisible, streams of bright blue drops Rain from the showery heavens, and bright blue crops Surge from the under-dark to their ladder-tops. And all the manifold blue and joyous eyes, The rainbow arching over in the skies, New sparks of wonder opening in surprise. All these pure things come foam and spray of the sea Of Darkness abundant, which shaken mysteriously, Breaks into dazzle of living, as dolphins that leap from the sea Of midnight shake it to fire, so the secret of death we see.
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My Blog

objects

no. i will not apologizefor leaving chunks of my souleverywhere i goyou can step over themi trip everywhere i goand those chunks fall onto the groundthen i get a good scoldingfrom everyonecause they d...
Posted by goodbye nasstasia on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 03:08:00 PST

whatever it is

tonight i found the footprint of a lovercaught in the doorway of an old building, one hundred years standing, full of death and wrinkled smiles.i listened to what i thought to be the shadow songs of a...
Posted by goodbye nasstasia on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 02:32:00 PST

life long

we discourse on present novelties becoming the deceased. for a time, we were happy and then, things occured that we did not anticipate we discovered that we had lied to ourselves and so we had lied t...
Posted by goodbye nasstasia on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 02:03:00 PST

no more of us

there is no more of uswe have exhausted the facilitiesof self-indulgence, of egothe brain can no longerenlighten on these frontsthrough creative sport within boundaries. we must move forthinto new rea...
Posted by goodbye nasstasia on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 11:00:00 PST

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yes, I wanderwhat else should I dowith hands that can barely lift the sceptrein place of a dreamfor revolutionI have the meek and battered egoand the toxified sex of ten thousand milleniaexploited and...
Posted by goodbye nasstasia on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 12:02:00 PST

Lorca, beautiful Lorca...

Gacela of the Dark Death by Federico García Lorca Translated by Robert Bly I want to sleep the sleep of the apples,I want to get far away from the busyness of the cemeteries.I want to sleep the s...
Posted by goodbye nasstasia on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 10:16:00 PST

Man Had it In For me

man has created a gruesomesituation for us.i sawwaves gainingtoward the landeach onelargerthanthe last.i feelpanicin the heatof this confusedwintertrading locationwith the summerwinds.thetraditionsof ...
Posted by goodbye nasstasia on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 12:37:00 PST

the voices of reason

if there are rules they are spoken and unspoken they are a train of language travelling through space and non-space, in the sand, in intimacy, through our headswe've kissed, we have not kissed, it is ...
Posted by goodbye nasstasia on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 01:45:00 PST

i watch the children

i watch the children playthat's what i do till 3 these daysand i think how they are baby apesrunning wild in their great escapefrom the future that impends upon themas the iron fists of their teachers...
Posted by goodbye nasstasia on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 01:12:00 PST

so you try hard and what do you get?

so you try hard and what do you get?a feeling of accomplishment- what if you don't care for it? that you understand from whence it comesis emptiness- all is one.your name carved in stonethat name that...
Posted by goodbye nasstasia on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 12:55:00 PST