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About Me

"My fight for truth, beauty and goodness sustains me, I am loved by someone who keeps trying no matter how many times he fails. Life is full of things - good and bad - but the good is what builds, is what prevails. I wish for you always that good upon good upon good - even in the most dark and wistful moments when good seems a pale rain-streaked ghost, things can change. There is always a sun shining, even behind the darkest clouds." BEAUTY IS A SPIRIT. IT IS TIMELESS. COMPASSION, WIT, SERENITY AND ENTHUSIASM ARE QUALITIES WHICH MAKE BEAUTY LIFE-ENHANCING. ITS A STYLE OF CHARACTER"Sometimes the beauty of the world is so overwhelming, I just want to throw back my head and gargle. Just gargle and gargle, and I don't care who hears me, because I am beautiful. The truth is, I'm only on myspace to let people whom I don't regularly talk to spy on me, and also to talk crap to my friends who have jobs.I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me nave or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman. " To live ordinary life artfully is to... live more intuitively and to be willing to surrender a measure of our rationality and control in return for gifts of the soul."there is nothing on this earth more to be prized than true friendship ♥ This layout was handmade with love by the folks at My space or yours? Go get one!
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the starsand in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everyone goes "awww!"... Jack Kerouacwitches sirens and soothsayers

My Blog

.my beloved.

In my hallucination I saw my beloved's flower garden In my vertigo,In my dizziness In my drunken haze Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel I saw myself as the source of existence I was there in ...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jun 2009 18:43:00 GMT

the invitation...

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if y...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Jan 2009 16:00:00 GMT

.unknown.

  could I be your other handheart and soul, arm and bonealways staying on your leftpartners true engraved in stone?
Posted by on Thu, 25 Dec 2008 21:58:00 GMT

my soul speeks... the pen just moves

e I am a thinker and a dreamer.  My theories are not always parallel to philosophers or scholars.  I do not articulate as well as some, but my intentions are always honest. I have lived a...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 22:45:00 GMT

memories matter

The  way we get to live forever is through memories stored in the hearts and souls of those whose lives we touch. Thats our soul print. It's our comfort, our emotional nourishment at the end...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 21:59:00 GMT

CIRCLE DANCE

I believe at a certain point in our adolescence we listen too much to what other people have to say about us and in the process we forget who we are and can tumble into darkness. We use drugs, alcohol...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 19:05:00 GMT

I will be me.......

I will be me I have retired your position of power in my lifeYou have underestimated and compromised me I have graduated from this course And I will chose my destination I will no longer be a casualty...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 21:39:00 GMT

Where life has lead me today.....

  "I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring y...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Dec 2006 15:59:00 GMT

summer morning

i want to sink inside a moment drown in the simplicity of life morning springs and fresh dew sits on blades of past softening to the touch green grass grows with promise of...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Jun 2006 13:05:00 GMT

.gone.

  The rabbit's run circles around this tread Leaving the clock stumbled Questioning the seconds it knows having passed In hours that identified our place   A season that nature reasons ter...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Apr 2006 11:52:00 GMT