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About Me

The Great Mystery Is...... There are no Great Mysteries.
I have always been amazed and saddened that those that see Heaven on a far horizon fail to live today. Never finding God in themselves, you, and me. Content with a boarding pass to a distant land they've never seen and not understanding the ground they stand on is the greatest gift they have.
I worship no Gods beyond love, truth and our human weakness that is the wellspring for our greatest acts of kindness or atrocity.
I've traveled the country and hosteled across continents, herded sheep, served ice cream, commanded armies. No longer do I look for similarities amongst those I meet but burrow into our differences to understand. I love my weaknesses.
Who am I? I'm ferocious when crossed, kind to my own detriment. I feel deeply. A hopeful cynic with a gift for hearing what you mean, not what you say. I'm lonely sometimes. I love to make you laugh. I have a wicked sense of humor. I am an orphan; no ties attach me to the earth. Sometimes I fear falling off. Who will look for me? I am a cancer survivor. I don't sweat the small stuff. I'm still here because there's more for me to learn. I haven't seen all the colors yet.
NYC is my home. I thrive in the rush, the dirt, the struggle of millions of lives lived out in a babble of languages. I lose myself in the tourist swell of Times Square carried off by a press of souls looking for tomorrow to be a better day. I talk to strangers. Run with scissors. Cry when animals get hurt.
And to you...You are no small thing. I see you and you're beautiful. Made from the dust of a million stars. I love that you're here with me. What purpose are these words? What is the value if no one hears? It's not my words that are important. It is you that hears me. So if you are listening, hearing; Embrace Life and those around you. Time is fleeting and we stand together in Paradise.

My Interests

Makin' noise, listening to crazy people on the train or street, Talking to Strangers game, pushing people's buttons, reading, painting, people watching in Central Park, Shouting "That's not ART!!!" at MOMA, playing hooky and wandering the Met, taking guys by surprise on a pool table, laughing at the things my ferrets steal and drag under the sofa. Teaching my god-daughters to play chess, reading...i eat books, hockey.

I'd like to meet:

You.

Music:

Motown, 70's funk and soul, rap, rock, and meditation music when i kick it in the sauna.

Heroes:

My Blog

DBM Organizational Annoucement

Timmy my right hand man has asked me for some time to attend to urgent personal needs. (boob job). (I shot him.) It is with great honor I present the new Capo Bastone, Underboss and my sex slave.... T...
Posted by DeathRow on Sat, 26 May 2007 05:44:00 PST

Manifesto

Welcome to all you Douchebags. I think it's time we get to work on just what it is we stand for and what we'd like our little organization to mean. Perhaps a loose set of laws. Shakes just wants to k...
Posted by DeathRow on Sat, 19 May 2007 06:46:00 PST

Who is Rowan?

Sometimes I forget how lucky I am. See peeps, I'm not supposed to be here. I was raised a world away from here in a beat up trailer in the woods. My bedroom then was about 5 feet wide and 8 foot deep...
Posted by DeathRow on Tue, 15 May 2007 08:36:00 PST

Empty Halls

These lights will always remind me of Death. Stark, unforgiving, everpresent. I had prepared for years...told myself it would come. I expected something else. I expected a fight, something I cou...
Posted by DeathRow on Sun, 07 May 2006 07:13:00 PST

Sorry kids...I kinda got lost

Yeah, yeah...Rowan's missing. I've been feeling pretty bad lately so I finally mustered up the courage to go to doctor...i can only compare this taking a really big breath and then plunging into a ic...
Posted by DeathRow on Thu, 04 May 2006 05:43:00 PST

"Yeah..she's cool but she kinda makes me nervous"

That's right..the Bunni Blogs. So why the new profile? Well, I love to write...it's always been a gift that I can express my thoughts easily when presented with pen and paper. I hear that i tend to b...
Posted by DeathRow on Wed, 26 Apr 2006 08:43:00 PST