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[Hara:Hara]

Up the WAY-King drown, the waking [DOWN]

About Me



I like to make images. These days I have really gotten away from drawing, and more into painting. I'm a shy type of person, I tend to come off as an asshole, but only because I'm probably running through the millions of things I could say, and I end up just appearing to ignore you. I stare a lot. I read, I rarely engage in social activity... I'm infinitely curious.I study for my own benefit. I enjoy mystical and abstract conversation. My favorite type of people are those that can digest what I say and respond to further the idea. I despise obvious conversation. If you tell me it's hot outside and I am standing right next to you, I probably already knew."Today my question and debate for the day at work was [What do you think it would be like to be born blind?] and now i wonder if it might feel anything like your work, so real, yet so out of touch with what we typically perceive as reality."Student.deviantart talendatabase
 [aim - faggotspee]

My Interests

The few remaining truths are graffiti, suicide notes, and shopping lists." -Francesca da RiminiBuddhists, Egyptians, Mayans, Aztecs, Toltecs, Ancient Chinese and Japanese texts/ thought systems. Reading, Painting, Drawing, Photography, Antiques, Philosophy. I like Creation, Redemption, Conquering. I enjoy noises, tastes, feeling, seeing, finding, moving, changing.Current Artists: Witkin, Motherwell, DaVinci, Pardee Current Musicians: Tom Waits, Louise Armstrong, Miles Davis, Glenn Miller Current Philosopher: Friedrich Nietzsche Current Medium: Water and Paper

I'd like to meet:

Leonardo Davinci Jackson Pollack Freiderich Neitzsche Carl JungView All Friends | View Blog | Add Comment


Music:

Electronica. Blues.

Movies:

The Fountain.

Television:

I like cartoons.

Books:

Psychology and Alchemy
Man and his symbols
The Kabbalah
Qua'ran
The Bible
The Giver
The Dictionary
Animal Farm
1984
Brave New world
Mark Haddon [Collected Poems]
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime
Sylvia Plath [Daddy and other Poems]
Zen Buddhism
Tibetan Buddhism
The Elegant Universe
Zarathustra
Paradigms Lost

Heroes:

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My Blog

Destroy the Ego

i tipped back...this old root one morning.it was gray.it was more windy than anything.the morning, not the root.the root was more like an amber sunshine that would take your head off the neck if you t...
Posted by [Hara:Hara] on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 08:31:00 PST

Apples for pears.

A piercing through to the center of me.I feel it constantly.It moves me to this, then to that.I can understand Its intentions. It is a reasonable response.I was told it fused to my insides.Then creas...
Posted by [Hara:Hara] on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 11:35:00 PST

The unintentional murder of the innocent.

Dawn breaks as I walk through the morning of a day still so unknown.Have I been up all night? In short time, it is only too apparent that this chill allows for a realization that I have begun yet aga...
Posted by [Hara:Hara] on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 09:18:00 PST

De-atomization.

Yes, yes you.My words slip effortlessly into the wind and touch down like hiroshima.Caressesing the nave of where your skull meets the neck, and gently gliding through the turbulence of your shoulder ...
Posted by [Hara:Hara] on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 02:34:00 PST

Big Brother went blind.

Theres a tree top game im not allowed to play.I still find myself in the dark when it comes to complete answers on the exact rules of the game, however i'm still searching.I think that is all I can do...
Posted by [Hara:Hara] on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 11:26:00 PST

dear dialog

dear dialog,your quaint dire venetian statuelonging toward the angle of dancing shadowI wish only to strike you to the not now.
Posted by [Hara:Hara] on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 11:23:00 PST

sir godfrey

Dear Godfrey,The gun. Sir Godfrey.I 'm so glad to make aquaintance.The reply of an esquire pianist, post haste.A daring conquistadoresque plyable fruit paste.You gun.You Godfrey of faint hints.The em...
Posted by [Hara:Hara] on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 03:19:00 PST

The block.

We walked.and walked.our feet hurt.we ate macaroni.and smoked cigarettes.were in love.
Posted by [Hara:Hara] on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 10:00:00 PST

a poem

a solemn idealistic child. steps to the podium and smiles grabs his matchsticks and kindlewood. and with a grin on his mouth begins to flail and to spout an ambitious and jolly tune but what strik...
Posted by [Hara:Hara] on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 02:13:00 PST

PISH POSH

said the fish to the squash. with a dip in the sauce. to the kid on the cross with a tip and a toss and a what for.   Then to the side of the door, came the pigs or the boars brought onions galor...
Posted by [Hara:Hara] on Tue, 11 Jul 2006 12:40:00 PST