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Orlo

This tattered, weather worn vessel has spring a final and terminal leak...

About Me

I think I'm swell...or is that just swollen???

My Interests

There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin; And they roam the world at will. They range the field and they rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest. If they just went straight they might go far; They are strong and brave and true; But they're always tired of the things that are, And they want the strange and new. -Robert Service(thx oats)

I'd like to meet:

I would like the meet all kinds of people. No aliens, they freak me out. BUT if you are a people who could offer me insight into music, art, literature, culture, etc...then you're the kind of people I'd like to meet. (Ok, if you're an alien that can offer me insight into music, art, literature, culture, etc...then you're the kind of alien I'd like to meet...just no freakin' me out, k?) I'd also like to meet people that enjoy reading and writing for the possible formation of a writer's group.Myspace For Girls Only - MyGirlySpace.com

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My Blog

Something Happy for Amy

The dull noise made by groups of conversation drifts around the living room of a friend.  I catch random phrases from each while absently tuning out the one I'm engaged in.  &I'm actually lo...
Posted by Orlo on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 01:23:00 PST

Lesson in Ending

Tumultuous emotion churning, Mesmerizing candle burning,Where emotion's concernedBy the candle you're burned, It's a valuable lesson worth learning.Where timeless connections are wrought,The beauty of...
Posted by Orlo on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 01:22:00 PST

Useless

An old book read and dismissed, I sit upon the shelf. Gathering dust and reeking of must, A lost volume of myself.   An empty room dark and cold I'm vacant and alone. No longer of use, neglect my...
Posted by Orlo on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 02:04:00 PST

Smolder

Deep, down, dark, are little petrified wads of emotion being fused together by sheer pressure.  They're down there to be hidden from the world, from yourself.  They stack up and threaten to ...
Posted by Orlo on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 07:56:00 PST

Death by Fog

Silently like a ghost the fog closes in around me.  Thick, impenetrable it encircles my very soul.  Damp, dark, my thoughts swim suspended, swirling, swaddling, strangling me.  Tighter ...
Posted by Orlo on Tue, 07 Nov 2006 08:00:00 PST

Autumness

The familiar weight of autumn is upon me once again.  The blankets and coats and sweaters and socks have a solomn heaviness.  Even the trees can't stand the weight of their fiery leaves...
Posted by Orlo on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 09:36:00 PST