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Strangeness is the indispensable condiment of all beauty.- Charles Baudelaire

About Me

I am blessed to the utmost amount, with the most loving and diverse group of friends one could ever pray hope to have.I was lied to. I recently discovered that you can stop believing in love briefly and shockingly, still survive. Long live the glass heart. My 1st concept of love came from the movie Xanadu. And I will settle for nothing less than to spend my life with someone who believes in time travel. And falling in love with a muse.I like to shoot through the various dimensional transits on a glass ball inside a copper egg. If you know what I am talking about, well , you clearly have a degree in awesomeolgy. Or live in Wisconsin. I have a crush on Vladimir Putin and I am the antithesis of Posh Spice.And ideas are bulletproof.Nature is a temple, where, from living pillars, a flux of confused words is, sometimes, allowed to fall: Man travels it, through forests of symbols, that all observe him, with familiar looks.Like far echoes that distantly congregate, in a shadowy and profound unity, vast as the night air, in its clarity, perfumes, colours, sounds reverberate.There are fresh perfumes, like the flesh of children, mellow as oboes, green as prairies, and others, rich, glorious and forbidden,having the expansive power of infinities, amber, musk, benjamin and incense, that sing of the ecstasies of spirit and sense.
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My Interests

Fencing. My past and future partner in crime. Paris turn of the century. Mystery, faith, romance, strength, love, beauty, freedom. Americanos and red wine. 93, Egyptology, satanism, christianity, mysteries, falconry, conspiracies (smirk), every man and woman is a star, exploration of the human spirit and all the drama that coincides with it. laughter that comes from your very core. hope. strength. Workers of the light, unite. I went to the eagle and child, the pub in oxford where cs lewis and jr tolkien got drunk together on tuesday mornings. I went there on a tuesday morning and got drunk sitting at their table. music, the idea of Prague, making out in the rain, london, drumming, getting in trouble, getting out of trouble. 5 am walks. debauchery. sunrise, sunset, the symphony, being free. The longing to GO HOME. Without music I would die. Warwickshire. Stratford, specifically The Garrick Pub. Christopher Marlowe.

I'd like to meet:

My match... barring that, Pan.Charles Baudelaire. Again.Or Tim Curry, in his corset and heels. Or Tim Curry in his corset and heels with horns as Pan. Sigh.Addendum: If you are ignorant, racist, a mysogenistic douchebag, completely the opposite of openminded, unaffectionate, don't know what a book is, have no interest in exploring the various realms of humanity and beyond, believe that woman are only here to service you or have no idea what any of the above words mean, do yourself a favor and stay the fuck away from me. Seriously. My name using Egyptian Hieroglyphs!

Try your name
Script by Stupidity, delusion, selfishness and lust torment our bodies and possess our minds, and we sustain our affable remorse the way a beggar nourishes his lice Our sins are stubborn, our contrition lame; we want our scruples to be worth our while- how cheerfully we crawl back to the mire: with few cheap tears washing our stains away! Satan Trismegistus subtly rocks our ravished spirits on his wicked bed until the precious metal of our will is leached out by this cunning alchemist: the Devil's's hand directs our every move- the things we loathed become the things we love: day by day we drop though stinking shades quite undeterred on our descent to Hell! Like a poor profligate who sucks and bites the withered breasts of some well-seasoned trull, we snatch in passing at clandestine joys and squeeze the oldest orange harder yet. Wriggling in our brains like a million worms, a demon demos holds its revels there, and when we breathe, the Lethe in our lungs trickles sighing on its secret course. If rape and arson, poison and the knife have not yet stitched their ludicrous designs onto the banal buckram of our fates, it is because our souls lack enterprise! But here among the scorpions and the hounds, the jackals, apes and vultures, snakes and wolves, monsters that howl and growl and squeal and crawl, in all the squalid zoo of vices, one is even uglier and fouler than the rest, althoug the least flamboyant of the lot; this beast would gladly undermine the earth.

Music:

Muse. She Wants revenge. B-movie. Sylvi Alli, Garbage. Digitalism, Teddybears. Dead Can Dance, This Mortal Coil, Neil Young makes me weep. The Good The Bad And The Queen, Matt Good, Scissor Sisters. No No Spots, Bel Riose, Final Fantasy, Waxapples, The Ontario Power Generation, Shiny Toy Guns, 40 Cycle Hum, Deep Purple, Madonna, Dead Can Dance, The The, Talk Talk, Aha, The Waterboys, john frusciante, Coheed and Cambria, Neil Young, Trulio Disgracias, The Clash, Fugazi, supergrass, The Shiny Diamonds, Mothra, Joy Division, Lindy, The Tear Garden, This mortal Coil, The Slim Milkie Band, troy jackson, Texas is the reason, Loverboy, Rick Royale! anti nowhere league, removal, velvet underground, AIR, Sex Pistols, The Fall Of Troy, ghosts of modern man, The Epoxies, Fritz Tha Cat,Arcade Fire, JT, The Feminists, Vicious Pink, foo f's, leonard cohen, Mount Sims, janis joplin, shivaree, Ultravox, sigur ros, Big Country, Black mountain, Underworld, Mazzy Star (hope sandoval, I love you), Freshwater Collins, Pat benetar, Sma5h TV, The Parkinsons, yeah yeah yeahs, The Cars, Bowie, T rex, GG Fucking Dartray, royksopp, The Smears, The Faint, Prince, The Pixies, Down By Law, red hot chilli peppers, Baroque, Texas is the reason, Pink, The Clash, Jeff Buckley, ACDC, Nick Drake, Bowie, New Order, Loreena McKinnet, Billy Talent, early Sun records, 70's Motown, the velvet underground, end this week with knives, sunny day real estate, sensefield, QOTSA, Kelly Clarkson, the Pogues, Bagpipes, Echo and the Bunnymen, Pink, The Only Ones, sham 69, the faint, the cult, GG Allen, The Cadillac Tramps, Dag Nasty, Speed To Kill, Miss Kitten, Goldfrapp, Mcluskey, gram parsons, Jonathan Seet, Mellowdrone, The Pixies, The Cardigans, opera KILLS ME INSIDE in the best way possible. cheap trick, Ginger Baker, The Skids, Jawbreaker, Laibach, The Briefs, Neurosis, Kathedral, Ryan Adams, Where It Hurts, The Plimsouls, Fishbone, The MountainGoats, Coldplay, Jesus and Mary Chain ,led zep Take me back to 1214 now.

Movies:

Xanadu, Harold and Maude, Moulin Rouge, Under A Shipwrecked Moon, V for Vendetta, True Romance, Broken Saints, Clockwork Orange, Something wicked this way comes (I LOVE THIS MOVIE), La Femme Nikita, Drugstore Cowboy, Quadraphenia, Run Lola Run, Requeim for a Dream, Lord of the Rings, Twin Peaks, Pretty in Pink, 9 1/2 weeks, highlander, valley girl, Blade Runner, Less Than Zero, Logans Run (insert wicked palm computer sounds now), Sid and Nancy, killing zoe, H, High Art, Bill Hicks, The Gorhmanghast Trilogy, Crouching tiger hidden dragon, wonderland, battlestar galactica. Anything that challenges our preconceptions of "who" we are.

Television:

when in need of brain freeze: Kenny vs. Spenny, Space Channel, particularily anything with swords and implausible storylines and time travel. Highlander. Deadwood. The Business.

Books:

Jacob two-two and the Hooded Fang, Henry Miller, Charles Baudelaire, Chris Marlowe, Crowley, CS Lewis, Dharma Punx, Children Of The Matrix, The Golden Bough, The Illuminatis Trilogy, Charlotte Sometimes, Charlotte's Web, The Wheel Of Time, any book equivilant of The Discovery Channel.

Heroes:

The Watchers.And those who walk freely throughout all the goddamn dimensions they can get their hands upon.Tim Curry. Once again, in his corset.

My Blog

By far, the best fucking ad I have ever seen. AKA: my future husband.

Perusing obscure Mexican classified ads at work tonight, I came across this one:WANTED:Someone to go back in time with me. This is not a joke. You'll get paid after we get back. Must bring your own we...
Posted by audra. on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 05:40:00 PST

Minor Earth, Major Sky.

Gwir rhyddid addfwynbryd a cara. Thats pawb Choelia i mewn. Achos awron a forever. Heb a Cholla.Truth, freedom, beauty and love. That's all I believe in. For now and ever. Without that I am lost.Fi sh...
Posted by audra. on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 01:15:00 PST

Potions and Ancient Maladys AKA

My skin itches ferociously and I want to tear it apart to see if there is actual blood inside, blood that pulsates though this something called a heart. People tell me that as I still speak and laugh ...
Posted by audra. on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 11:55:00 PST

The stars shining tonight

As you get older, you start to reflect on 'things'. Life/heart/soul/mysterious opportunities that you wished that you could have done differently, somehow. Things like when listening unexpectedly to a...
Posted by audra. on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 11:52:00 PST

Leaving on the 9:30 train to another realm: a study in a short story

I can barely hear the trains whistle peircing my hungover brain as I run down the platform with a falling apart plaid suitcase and a bottle of merlot precariously hanging under my arm. Head aches like...
Posted by audra. on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 02:34:00 PST

Devotions to an old fool I loved AKA This is the time of your life, you just couldn't tell.

How can one be in love with the past yet carry on with the future? How can one become strong enough to embrace what once was and yet still be amendable to spending their days with another? For that ma...
Posted by audra. on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 03:11:00 PST

The absolute, yet simplistic quote of my life:

I really have no idea, with my infinate reading, and esp of Aldous, why I have never come across this before but perhaps tis true that everything comes in it's own time?   I want god. I want poet...
Posted by audra. on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 12:03:00 PST

Subversion via beauty

I am discontent with this supposed lazy day of Sunday. I want to be entralled, excited, I want to be taken aback by something beautiful. So I watch the sky with anticipation of the coming storm. ...
Posted by audra. on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 05:41:00 PST

I lay prone on the floor AKA: fuck the angels AKA: oh my god it's my favorite song!

I smell freshly bloomed roses and much mead when I remember you now. It made me smile fondly as I caught a glimpse of our 1st dance. You had grinned and grabbed my arm as the music played, pushing you...
Posted by audra. on Tue, 07 Nov 2006 11:09:00 PST

The beauty and lushness of the right kind of pain

Today, I am covered in bruises. I have a particularily large purple, green and blue one on my upper right arm, another right beneath my collarbone, a couple on my thighs. I want someone to take photos...
Posted by audra. on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 02:19:00 PST