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About Me

I dream in vivid splashes of color, and I hear music everywhere. No, I'm not trippin', it's more like a practiced state of mind, living aware of being alive. I am at once enthralled and disgusted by humanity. I admire beauty and horror. My favorite things are high heels, lip gloss, french perfume, ice, and water, and I have an orange tabby that lives with me, named sugarlips.

My Interests

curiosity neuroscience physiological psychology humanity sunshine waterfalls seagulls and portugese men of war hard wood floors creaking in the early morning hours birds singing rain clouds gathering existential hogwash bullshit vampires paint words harps and guitars blown glass star clusters guys named lance cowboys new mothers forests of lush pine computer language mystery

I'd like to meet:

a honey bee

Music:

new favorite: muse

Movies:

dead man eternal sunshine of the spotless mind edward scissorhands frida (I know, I can't help it, I'm a girl) buffy the vampire slayer mermaids dirty dancing usual supspects shawshank redemption vertigo and all alfred hitcock movies and elvis flicks are dreamy

Books:

into the wild and the journey is the destination (a compilation of Dan Eldons photo journal)

Heroes:

Bill Clinton, Jesus, and Bjork

My Blog

green tile

humiliate me soft blushing cheeks pressed hard against the back of my great grandfathers rocking chair dark stained wood cold tile floor bare feet bare back bare everywhere grasping thin wood s...
Posted by Queenie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

a really great, great movie. the best that's been filmed in a few years, I think. you should see it, it made me fall inlove again, which is really fucking weird, given that it's just a movie. do ...
Posted by Queenie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Flash in the pan...

heart racing fear falling fuck longing school girl fantasies not fit for the woman that is me eyes peircing song clearing void filling spilling the delivery of the masterpiece of a...
Posted by Queenie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

mysterious in the way that dirt is mysterious and fertile

to randomly meet a man with such a common name, tall frame in a 3 piece suit, who wears glasses and bounces around in his space like an energetic young boy who doesn't know quite what to do with socie...
Posted by Queenie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

spring fever - or some kind of fever, maybe madness

So, I have to get these feelings off my chest. Whether it's my ever growing shyness and social phobia or my reluctance to see the expression on your face, I just think it will be much more clear if I...
Posted by Queenie on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST