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"I'm not a concept- I'm just a fucked up girl lookin' for her own PEACE of mind..." There are multiple depths to every woman, aren't there? A Mother, first and foremost, I am. Then, I am Word Artyst. But, then there are other drastic dimensions to this creature- this Warrioress- I have become. Acrylics and Oils, Henna, Dance, Music, Ritual, History, Multi-Faith Research, Hierology, Intense, Ever Seeking, Extremely Peculiar in Humor, Periodically Moody and Bitchy, an Observer and Absorber, a Scorpio Moon, a Fire Woman, A DragonFly Spirit, Romantic if it's essential to the Experience, Eccentric, affectionately accused of being a Contradiction in Terms and "eloquently verbose" (thank you)...I love my coffee and cigarettes, my vodka and strawberry/snowpea/spinach salads, words and formation of passage and prose and I'll share all of these things as long as you promise not to make fun of the colorless mole on my nose. I, for some reason, am obsessed with crossbows and archery- I'm not a bad shot, either- and I plan to perfect my aim before my time is through...I despise those who refuse to take responsibility for their actions, those who claim poetic grandiose of an intellect only to discover they are as deep as a puddle of doggy pee (shallow people out there- why even waste my time?), and I cannot abide disrespect of my sanctuary and person, nor do I care to impose this same indignity upon others. I have no tolerance for racism/sexism/etc. and I am not one you'd want to make nasty pressumptions about or take advantage of. I've planted fat seeds and dreams and goals and plans and I'll be damned if they don't make sweet fruit-if one moronically dares t-bone the operation, hope life is grand for you walking around without a head. But, on the lighter side of me...Once my heart is touched by someone or something, that imprint stays forever and knowledge this has occurred is detected in the extreme, mere or even extraneous sentiments bestowed.