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About Me

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.2Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, : I am mad for it to be in contact with me.The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides. The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? have you reckon'd the earth much? Have you practis'd so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,) You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.~Whitman

My Interests

Full moons, autumn in vermont, tattoos and piercings, dark hair, long shaggy hair, hot boxing tents in the mountains, skinny-dipping, seeing and reading auras, ghosts, old graveyards, satanic cults, existentialism, paranoid awareness, sex on the beach, the Oregon Coast, soft red wine, Redwood Forest, botany and gardening, faeries, aliens, demons, etc, biting and scratching, sushi, deep conversations over caramel lattes, wishing dandelions, the color marroon, black silk sheets, maple and willow trees, karma, reincarnation, white-water rafting, Grateful Dead Space Your Face incense, candles, any kind of tea, Halloween, Ireland, folklore, inside jokes, writing.

Television:

Jerry Springer, Dr. Phil, daytime talkshow shit. Depravity is intoxicating.

Books:

The Lucid View, The Secret Life of Plants, Wuthering Heights, Alice in Wonderland, The Crack in the Cosmic Egg, Choke, and poetry/fiction by the talented authors Chuck Palahniuk, Walt Whitman, Poe, Jack Kerouac, Sherman Alexie, Robert Frost, EE Cummings, Tim O'Brian, Washington Irving....

Heroes:

I don't have any heros, and I don't idolize anyone, I guess instead I *respect* those that are indiviual, unique, and open-minded....Oh, and my lover, EE Cummings.

My Blog

When One Wears Black

Man in Black~ Johnny CashWell, you wonder why I always dress in black,Why you never see bright colors on my back,And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.Well, there's a reason for the th...
Posted by Hannah on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 03:49:00 PST

Proud to be Un-American

I am a liberal. I am Pro-Peace and Pro-Free Speech and Pro-Choice. I am an envionmentalist. I support Socially Consious Companies (Like Ben & Jerry's) and I am Pro-Animal Rights. I am Pro-Se...
Posted by Hannah on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 05:41:00 PST

Breakdowns are Mirrors

The shredded leaves spiraled from the trees, like satin gloves discarded by ladies in lacy ball gowns, revealing their thin, pale fingers. Revealing gray branches that shook in the wind.&...
Posted by Hannah on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 09:57:00 PST

Another Random Chapter

I've left Tommy today. We had a harsh argument about a book he's been reading. I think he's enacting a fantasy world. He thinks I'm naïve. ...
Posted by Hannah on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 10:39:00 PST

Deja Vu (S?)

There grows a chain fence around that tree It substitutes for purple peonies or dry weeds And rather than nodding it's corolla towards the sun The fence stands stiffly as if someone Had called for at...
Posted by Hannah on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 10:34:00 PST

Random Chapter

The legal ban from the city has had no other influence on me than to avoid police officers and the watchful courthouse. I keep mostl...
Posted by Hannah on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 10:32:00 PST

Can't Go Home

Each year when the summer breeze turns cooler and the nights stretch longer, I return to my childhood. I make the series of four-hour long flights from the lazy west coast to the bitter honesty ...
Posted by Hannah on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 10:30:00 PST

The Family Bough

His skin is the withered maple leaves That fade and descend. His eyes are the thick raspberry plants Intertwining, budding prickly rouge. His hair is dandelion seeds And hefty limbs are his hands Crev...
Posted by Hannah on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 10:28:00 PST

Even Wings

I drew lopsided stars on the back of my menu. Bacon crackled and popped from the flat skillet behind the counter. Thick sausages, perfectly formed eggs sunny-side up, and ham sizzled in heaps of...
Posted by Hannah on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 10:26:00 PST

Cursive Letters, Playing Cards, and Coats

A brisk, cold wind draws the couple Closer together, interlocking arms (rough hands and smooth fingers), step by step. She leans on him, her head on his shoulder. Snow ...
Posted by Hannah on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 06:58:00 PST