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littleburns

About Me

I was born and raised in this beautiful land and I love it here. Traveling is one of my greatest passions. Music constantly fills my soul - it has an indescribable mystic power over me. I play the violin, pretend to play the piano, and yearn to play the cello. I love to cry, especially when it's from beauty and happiness. I hold my mothers heart close to mine and look up to my little sister immensely. The change of seasons keeps me going. My dog is, if you can't tell, my soul mate and I appreciate her with my all. Sometimes numbness is all that I know but any other given moment I am filled with passion. Creativity has no boundaries and options are limitless until you limit yourself. I am my greatest enemy and my greatest allie. I live for learning and am learning to live.

My Interests

My beautiful soul mate, Uintah; Rocks, whether I am holding them or they are holding me; science; being outside, playing outside, lovin outside; The bird; my brother, phineas; and of course my mother, Victoria; Music; My violin; The cello; The desert; The mountains; Art (collaging as of late); Laughing; and on and on.

I'd like to meet:

hints of clarity

Music:

Please

Movies:

So abundant and ever changing.

Television:

Seldom watched but when I do it's all about The Simpsons, Dog Bites Man, Family Guy, South Park, Reno 911 and the such.

Books:

Favorite Authors: Faulkner, Tohmas Man, Agustine Burrows.

Heroes:

Uintah, my dog, and my little sis, Janey Bird, for the intense appreciation of the simple gestures and for our unconditional love.

My Blog

Trees will turn to soil

How is it that life is cyclicle but evolution is linear? Close your eyes and see the color of truth. spinning, shooting, bright yet dull. yesterday I saw my future; tommarrow I’ll see my past....
Posted by *^%* on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 01:39:00 PST

Urban Lounge show; Never Kiss Always Tell

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Posted by *^%* on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 02:34:00 PST

Just this

I find that this is just this. I try to find a deeper meaning but this is just this. As soon as I realize, I just forget. Every thing I thought I knew is juxtaposed  such that it makes no sense. ...
Posted by *^%* on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 01:54:00 PST

Some how

I  keep saying that this day is different. It is the day that warms my face. It is the day that warms my soul. Dark and deep I tell you that I shoud hide but only from you. How can I be with...
Posted by *^%* on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 01:38:00 PST

here and now

I told myself  that someday everything would be alright. I feel fine but I know it's not. How can I convince anyone of anything when I know better? My knowing is too deep. . .  so convinced ...
Posted by *^%* on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 11:20:00 PST

These Days. Some Days. Today

 This blessing is my greatest curse but this delicate mask just covers the worst. The pedestal is too high and every time I fall I shatter.  Buried deep within I yearn to be known. In my sou...
Posted by *^%* on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 03:21:00 PST

it's a receptor/promotor symbiotic relationship kids

Synapses fried, the mechanics of every moment become rustier with eash damp exhale. The spaces         between moments      memories become illusive t...
Posted by *^%* on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 03:53:00 PST

just a little diddy

the pounding darkness of silence fills the crevasse only momentarilyrolling to one side, consciousness creeps ininfiltrating the cool silence with a thousand thoughts of yesterday and the thought of a...
Posted by *^%* on Fri, 25 Aug 2006 02:58:00 PST

From Nucleotides to Tic Tacs: All things come in threes

Dinosaures, Ballroom Dancing, and cold Coffe. Soggy Umbrellas, poopy shoes, and butterfly cacoons. The middle of The Never Ending Story, The Beginning of the End, and the end of you and me.Sharp like ...
Posted by *^%* on Thu, 25 May 2006 12:36:00 PST

Gnarling itch

How does one describe an itchy dream? Constantly on my mind, nibbling my nerves he says you may never understand. In my heart I say "if you only knew" . . . "how much less I understand each day". ...
Posted by *^%* on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 08:01:00 PST