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About Me

To be a skillful detective, one must have a good criminal mind.
Time...Bending perception..flowing this way then that.... I am a female in a masculine air sign.I'm preparing for the super Tsunamni, get your can goods ready now.
"In detachment lies the wisdom of uncertainty... in the wisdom of uncertainty lies the freedom from our past, from the known, which is the prison of past conditioning. And in our willingness to step into the unknown, the field of all possibilities, we surrender ourselves to the creative mind that orchestrates the dance of the universe." Deepak Chopra
Choices by Nikki Giovanni
if i can't do
what i want to do
then my job is to not
do what i don't want
to do
it's not the same thing
but it's the best i can
do
if i can't have
what i want . . . then
my job is to want
what i've got
and be satisfied
that at least there
is something more to want
since i can't go
where i need
to go . . . then i must . . . go
where the signs point
through always understanding
parallel movement
isn't lateral
when i can't express
what i really feel
i practice feeling
what i can express
and none of it is equal
i know
but that's why mankind
alone among the animals
learns to cry
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My Interests

people watching, reading ,writing,painting,cooking- conversing. astrophysics,metaphysics,quantumphysics,-trying to see in the dark-past lives- DrEams- foood,pleasure+pain= Love,

I'd like to meet:

PEOPLE :Beck,Billy Holiday, F.Scott Fitzgerald, Plath, Wolfe, D.H.Lawrence, Blake...Modernists,Post-Modernists,Post-Post Modernists, Musicians, Bachus.Ernest P. World, Ani,Edgar Casey...myself in another life then another.Enlightened people. No Chodes.

Music:

elliot smith,jeff buckley,joni mitchell,beck,Pixies,Cure,Decemberists,Kings of Comvenience,Death Cab for Cutie,Midwest Product,Broken Social scene,Tortoise,Calexico,Iron and Wine, Rilo Kiley, Ted Leo and the Pharmacists, Magnetic Fields,Neutral Milk Hotel, Flaming Lips, oF Montreal, Cat Power,Postal Service, Bright Eyes,Scissor Sisters,Radiohead,Chemical Brothers, Mirah,Ben Folds, Ben Kweller,Billy Holiday, Bjork,Blur, the Clash,Dresden Dolls, Fiona Apple,Get Up Kids, Incubus,Nick Drake,Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Ludacris, The Smiths,Rufus Wainright, Sparklehorse,The Velvet Underground(Lou Reed ,Nico) The Stars, Ugly Cassanova,Tegan and Sara, Fiery Furnaces, Damien Rice, Southeast Engine, Le Tigre, Yo La Tengo,Badly Drawn Boy,Air, Belle and Sebastion, Sun Kill Moon, Built to spill,Future Sound of London, The Red House Painters, Verneer,Zepplin, Moses, mum,orbital, patti griffin,jenny lewis,rachel ryan,beachwood sparks,Bob marley,deerhoof,duke ellington, Coltrane,Japancakes,Minus the bear,polyphonic spree,regina spektor,the tough and the lovely, tv on the radio,say anything.

Movies:

The dreamers, Wages of Fear, The discreet Charm Of the Beurgoise, Clockwork Orange, Donnie Darko,Eternal Sunshine,Requiem for a dream, Pi,Blue Velvet(lynch is awesome) Y tu Mama TAMBIEN, Waking Life,Wickerman, Gummo,Susperia, The Manchurian Candidate(original with Frank Sinatra and Angela Lansbury), Rear Window, An American Movie, An Inconvenient Truth, Loose Change 2nd ed.

Television:

The Price is Right.

Books:

sylvia plath,adrian rich,Yeats,Keats,Cummings,Shakespeare,Jenette Winterson,Milan Kundera, Italo Calvino,Neruda,Ginsberg,Kerouac,Burroughs(Bill and Augusten_,Foucault, Oscar Wilde,Vergil,Euripides,Plato. N I E ZTSCHE..

Heroes:

Astronauts and Free Thinking Parasites.

My Blog

Treasures from the Vault

Making mistakes of my pastHand in my grandfather's castHoping I'd find my way back to that day in the closetHiding under cedar scented sheets that lined the wall in the walk- in I could still smell th...
Posted by Crayonarino on Wed, 09 May 2007 11:37:00 PST

There are signs left in both of our shoes

The wind slithered through the door way looking salty so I threw out the salt and stared at the picture of us from last summer. I wanted to see through the tobacco stains and burnt...
Posted by Crayonarino on Fri, 04 May 2007 08:59:00 PST

We're the places that we wanted to go

The taste of burnt coffee grounds and latex paint shovels through her sippy cup. Drawn by saturated halogen rays I look up. I see her aged eyes drooped into crescents, veins ...
Posted by Crayonarino on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 08:27:00 PST

odyssey

How do I thank her in the future for taking painful, pre-emptive measures today?I can't decide whether feeling good is a process or if you just have to let go..Ohh complicated hopeful disgust. Our sto...
Posted by Crayonarino on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 12:16:00 PST

She only cheats in different area codes

The five a.m. train called split peas down the track of my left elbow vein. I walked up the lane, opened the cedar door and sat up in denial. Seldom do I admire liars or cheaters. I usu...
Posted by Crayonarino on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 10:15:00 PST

If summer must come then I will follow

It finally broke open. The sun pulled the gold from my eyes unlocking a sequence of head nods for every creative assertion from my past. As if I shattered a lasic dream, as if my myopia never existed...
Posted by Crayonarino on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 06:25:00 PST

You're lucky the light turned red when it did.

Both times in the snow,a broken toe, a fractured nose,one bleeds, both get swollen.Last night the anxious waning moon hid behind snowy cloud cover.The drunken herds were out screaming obscenities and ...
Posted by Crayonarino on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 01:26:00 PST

while on a wake for young souls I noticed a broken window

What nerve he had scratching the glass,crying to get out.Without an opposable appendagebut without a doubt a determined know-how.Trapped in banal feline routinefeeling alone, on guard, no further crea...
Posted by Crayonarino on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 09:53:00 PST

Relying on pre-supposition.

She said to me in a rage of decomposition, a fearfull dispostion, "I wish it were easy. I wish I could skirt pass all the supposed repositioning of tangable feelings."I've milked ten thousand puffs fr...
Posted by Crayonarino on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 11:24:00 PST

You're in the backseat and you're shameless

Poets are shameless with their experiences, they exploit them.While glancing out the transit window he says to himself,weeds pulling weeds. It doesn't matter anyway.Pushed into the fingerprinted, bact...
Posted by Crayonarino on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 12:33:00 PST