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About Me


My name is Pam. I am three-hundred-and-eighty-two years old. I am simple.
I will never be that “pretty girl.” I will never be that glorious angel you so long for. The truth of the matter is that I am simple, truthful, and wholesome. Character and passion give me life. Memories give me life. I only want to be loved and treated well, because misery is never an option. I want to be the girl that flips your world upside down. I have descended and hit the bottom, only to bounce back even stronger than before.
I seek happiness.
I seek another whole. Strangely enough, I am a sap.
I no longer fear. I am content and expansive. I wish for you to see. I believe in the ebb and flow of the Universe—and that every action has a reaction. Reality is in the eye of the beholder.
I find beauty in life.
"Beliefs are dangerous.
"Beliefs allow the mind to stop functioning.
"A non-functioning mind is clinically dead.
Believe in nothing."
-- Maynard James Keenan.

My Interests


"Assault on life, insult to love."

The only place I want to live: Seattle.

I'd like to meet:



Music:

Blue October.
Alkaline Trio.
Death Cab.
Misery Signals.
The Ghost Inside.
Misfits.
Bleeding Through.

Movies:

Little Miss Sunshine.
American Psycho.
Lost Boys.
Rat Race.
Joe Dirt.

Television:

Sex and the City.
Dexter.
Scrubs.
Frisky Dingo.
Squidbillies.

Books:

The Catcher in the Rye.
The Stranger.
The Plague.
The Fall.
Pride and Prejudice.
The Aneid of Virgil.
Dante's Inferno.
Material World.

Heroes:

Michael.
The most amazing brother on the face of the planet.

Free-thinkers everywhere.

"If I ask you why you believe any particular matter of fact, which you relate, you must tell me some reason; and this reason will be some other fact, connected with it. But as you cannot proceed after this manner, in infinitum, you must at last terminate in some fact, which is present to your memory or senses; or must allow that your belief is entirely without foundation." (David Hume)

My Blog

Indestructible with you?

             I've never been so happy in my life! Despite the stresses from day to day life, I've never felt so at ease. I know that everything is...
Posted by pam. on Wed, 08 Oct 2008 08:43:00 PST

Distorted Skies.

             The rain poured. The black lines of makeup dripped down her swollen cheeks; her head was raised toward the darkened skies. I couldn't...
Posted by pam. on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 10:46:00 PST

Dear Stranger.

Dear Stranger,        &nb sp;   Why do you fail? Why can't you see that this world is beautiful? And that you are beautiful despite the blood pouring f...
Posted by pam. on Sun, 28 Sep 2008 07:47:00 PST

A thin line.

             Happiness doesn't simply float around in the Universeit's something that is created by each and every individual on the face of this...
Posted by pam. on Thu, 18 Sep 2008 01:24:00 PST

Tragedy and Functions.

             Tragedy is bestowed to those who are forever perplexed with paranoia. The very essence of self-doubt and Being will tear our spiritua...
Posted by pam. on Wed, 17 Sep 2008 02:52:00 PST

Hysterics in Hell.

             There have been quite a few conversations I've had recently that have really opened my eyes. The earth around me is shaking, and I ha...
Posted by pam. on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 02:50:00 PST

Death. Spite.

             Her haunting gaze gave him shivers from head to toe. A hysterical laugh breached her vocal cords as her shaking hand came in closer. ...
Posted by pam. on Tue, 09 Sep 2008 07:47:00 PST

TAKEN. And Strength.

             I have been living in a "Whichever way the wind blows" attitude lately. I'm exhausted with the same old routine of the past. I was me...
Posted by pam. on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 01:50:00 PST

Absence, Sinking, Revival.

             I always knew that life throws curveballs, and punishes even the greatest of people. The true stand of character thus results from th...
Posted by pam. on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 03:07:00 PST

Untitled; Change. Escape?

Clenched fists are the firstto disappear, as the fingers spread out wide, and their palms join.Cooling sensation; a tiny prickof anxiety and hope.The misery subsides, the shame clears, and self turns ...
Posted by pam. on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 07:20:00 PST