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About Me

I'm interested in nonsense. You might find me carrying a wheel or offering a glass of water to a drowning man. I will sit on the floor when a host asks that I make myself comfortable. When it comes to crowds of any size, I stick out like a boner in spandex due to my burns (battle scars) and a shocking lack of not one but two fingers. I have a sick sense of humor, and by sick I mean terminally ill. I get along best with cats, the elderly, and the insane. Some people think I'm creepy, so I watch them sleep.

I'm a little awkward.
Call me Dina Disaster or Ghostfingers. I write poetry and document everything I observe and analyze. I'm a professional artist of surreal abstraction and I've sold paintings in two states. I prefer to live by moonlight. The sun intimidates me, and makes me feel indirectly belittled by its superiority. I'm interested in the concept of death... I don't want to find it, I just like to flirt from a distance.
"I believe in a long, prolonged derangement of the senses to obtain the unknown. Our pale reasoning hides the infinite from us." -Jim Morrison
You can't teach temperance to a lion. Or prevent the baffled infant from crying.I'm into the unknown when it comes to the virtuality of existentialism and death's transparency. Whatever you think that means. I think the unthinkable and I prefer making love to Radiohead. I am an ancient soul. In my past lives I was a drunk flapper, Jim Morrison, and a stray cat. I'm a dreamer. I practice constant mind-expansion. I'm somewhat psychic. I love cats. I met Conor Oberst. He gave me a kiss and said I was brave and beautiful.
On April 21st, 2005 My sister and I were victims of a terrible housefire. I was 16 at the time and she was 14. I was in an induced coma for three months and when I woke up on my 17th birthday I was told I was burned 68% of my body, my house burned down, and I was living a different state. AND after being fully conscious for a month, a nurse finally decided to tell me I had two fingers amputated from my right hand. Then I demanded an unraveling of the bandages.And that's why I'm cooler than you.I am coming directly from the trenches.This is my sister Angie. She's my best friend and soulmate for life. Soulmate meaning we share a soul. Our therapist thinks we're delusional, but we're just unusual, so close we should have been conjoined twins. If you have anything remotely insulting to say about her, I will not hesitate to nubslap you.
"so as for me, as you can see, I've been coping with the heat. I've been trying my best to dance to the beat, try not to stumble on two left feet and keep my voice loud, singing ... It's a juggling act, if you will, as you can see. I may not be ready to take on another obstacle, and this is not my heart speaking, it's my brain trying to act logical." -Lasher Majestica, my sister and best friend.
For further display of my solid interests and to examplify my true motivation through sound, WATCH THIS."The Missing All-prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World's Departure from a Hinge- Or Sun's extinction, be observed- 'Twas not so large that I Could lift my Forehead from my work For Curiosity." -Emily Dickinson

My Interests

making hats, living art, poetry, 60's music, true love, introspection, coffee, survival, strangers, sculpture, organized chaos, lucid dreaming, intricacy, outer space, anarchy, burying the unwanted, keeping notebooks full of recorded moments, observing human behavior, leather, Woodstock, kitchens so bright and wonderful, wicca, junkpits, squatting, moshpits, indie, frantic desperation, Conor Oberst, homeless kids, 24 hour diners, radiohead, dangly stuff from the ceiling, bright eyes (the band as well as the actual thing), singing, playing guitar, chainsmoking, knives, hitchhiking, old abandoned buildings, blunts, creating, emotional strength, learning, dutch west, reading, ANGIE, sleep-deprivation, sewing, going to shows, kissing, the 60s, non-junkies who look like they need a fix, ANGIE again, red lipstick, felines, activism, life and death, the roaring twenties, trippy music, fire safety, bodies of water, lightning, vinyl, thrift stores, the moon, anything underground, meeting crazy people, harvard square in boston, loaded guns, learning, sploofs, photography, acrylics, sleep, protests, mixtapes, ancient greece, ed's return, lunacy, cigarettes, being random, abusing my freedom, dead flowers, JIM FUCKING MORRISON

I'd like to meet:

I want to meet my creator. I want to meet other fish out of water. I like finding stray cats... No metaphor intended. I want to meet STRANGE PEOPLE. I don't associate with anybody unless they have an expansive vocabulary or the qualities of a creep. I'd like to meet other amputees and burn victims, but there aren't many out there, and most of them are withdrawn from society and comfortable with isolation.
"Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,) I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you." -Walt Whitman

Profile courtesy of MySpace Layouts .. Yeah meeting Conor Oberst TWICE was convincing proof that dreams come true through nightmares.

Music:

The Doors, Radiohead, Bright Eyes, Pink Floyd, Violent Femmes, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Bob Dylan, Led Zeppelin, The Cure, Crossover, Fire Escape, Sex Pistols, Nirvana, Cindy Lauper, Black Sabbath, Jefferson Airplane, Strawberry Alarm Clock, The Kinks, Simon and Garfunkel, Cream, Frank Zappa, Modest Mouse, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Velvet Underground, The Who, Buffalo Springfield, Lovin' Spoonful, Bikini Kill, Le Tigre, Against Me!, The Strokes, Moldy Peaches, Weezer, Nine Inch Nails, Primus, Smashing Pumpkins, Tosca Tango Orchestra, Weezer, Blue Oyster Cult, Moldy Peaches, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Talking Heads, Guess Who, and too many more to list.

Movies:

Desperate Living, Clockwork Orange, Sid and Nancy, Fear and Loathing, Waking Life, The Smokers, Ghost World, Doors film, A MidWinter's Gay Dreamcollapseofmyheartxlayouts kthnx.

Television:

People will read again.

Books:

I prefer to write my own.

Heroes:

Rick James, bitch!

My Blog

On my twentieth birthday...

I was not a day older than seventeen when it hit me like a ton of bricks that I was no longer a child, and that I had to help myself recover from a freak accident that scarred most of my body, c...
Posted by Ghostfingered on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 02:54:00 PST

letter to god

Dear God, your plan sucks so far.
Posted by Ghostfingered on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 03:57:00 PST

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I was virtually tagged by Courtney to write ten random facts/habits about myself. I secretly hope she just wants to know more about me! So here are my ten random facts/habits. 1. Habit...
Posted by Ghostfingered on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 09:58:00 PST

seems like a good reason to be lonely

My search for love is endless.
Posted by Ghostfingered on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 12:54:00 PST

troubled waters, anyone?

Would you rather sail the most troubled of waters or voyage across an unfrequented crust where an ocean floor has dried? At least troubled waters can wash you ashore to i...
Posted by Ghostfingered on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 08:20:00 PST

DISRUPTOR

Can you imagine giving birth to something that died inside of you? I feel that way in the womb of self-deterioration. I love DISRUPTOR. I urgently need a DISRUPTION. tHERE iS nO ...
Posted by Ghostfingered on Sun, 17 Jun 2007 05:03:00 PST

in love

i think you know who you are i know what i'm not
Posted by Ghostfingered on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 08:51:00 PST

i'm alive but

You play with fire and you're gonna' get burned.
Posted by Ghostfingered on Sat, 03 Sep 2005 01:21:00 PST