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snowfallingoncedars

Je veux boire des poisons, me perdre dans les vapeurs, dans les reves!

About Me

Daytime wisher, nighttime dreamer.invincible beyond the surface

My Interests

bowling, writing center, photography, running, debate, dancing in my underwear, debating, philosophy, buddhism, body art, cinema

I'd like to meet:

other than meeting the love of my life, bruce springsteen and poe

Music:

* alice cooper * rise against* alkaline trio * appleseed cast * franz ferdinand decemberists * weezer *death cab for cutie * the rolling stones * beatles * mr. johnny cash * afi *ryan adams * smashing pumpkins * elliott smith * motion city soundtrack * bright eyes * the postal service * they might be giants * greenday * the wallflowers * the killers * ac/dc * guns n roses * bob dylan * bob seger * nick drake * lawrence arms* murder by death * hot hot heat * the fray * bruce springsteen * danny elfman* modest mouse *oasis

Movies:

good night, and good luck * Munich * 28 days later * garden state * edward scissorhands * the secret window * * lost in translation * catch me if you can * good fellas * high fidelity * american beauty * the prestige* american history x * the big labowski * fight club * one flew over the cuckoo's nest * what dreams may become * batman begins * braveheart * pirates of the carribean trilogy* suspiria * almost famous * little miss sunshine * holiday* scarface * the godfather * the untouchables * analyze this * bobby * disturbia * 28 weeks later * pan's labyrinth * donnie darko * hot fuzz * bug * eternal sunshine

Television:

simpsons, family guy, ren and stimpy, scrubs, sponge bob squarepants, bowling and football, the history channel, futurama

Books:

The spectre bridegroom and Phillip of Pokanoket by Washington Irving Legend of Sleepy Hollow The Divine Comedy Caleb Williams Zen in the Art of Writing : Essays on Creativity

Heroes:

Historical: Mr. Poe. Realistic: Paul

My Blog

Denouement

Dénouement Gregory walked through the long corridor, with the suspicion that someone else was there.The thought consumed him as he inched his way through the dark hallway, searching for a light switch...
Posted by snowfallingoncedars on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 03:59:00 PST

Out from being Trusted Forever Hurting

Out from being Trusted Forever Hurting.Out from being trusted forever hurting, Out from my heart, the numbness strikes,Out from the damp mid-day night,Over the carpeted floor and the stairs beyond, wh...
Posted by snowfallingoncedars on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 08:04:00 PST

Forbidden

Fiery pit far withinOn the depths of my conscience,What hurtful sin has inMy grasp, emerge from science?In what past mistake gave way,Inclining on the line of my soul.On what motive did I play?What th...
Posted by snowfallingoncedars on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 06:56:00 PST

My version of The Huntsman

Here is my first assignment and last to a fiction class A brutal, unpleasant disgust of an October evening. Void of all souls within the city streets. The barren ground appeared worn down and distraug...
Posted by snowfallingoncedars on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 05:45:00 PST

Taste of Intrigue

Intrigue long takes hold the minds of adolescents near and far. No action, idea, had ever been so responsible, or so ruining. Sex was its ploy and its creator- the experience and the fulfilling of w...
Posted by snowfallingoncedars on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 12:20:00 PST

Untitled

My heart was pounding,Enclosed by my paisley blouse,Entrapping me from the touch Of your body;Skin upon skin.As you trace your fingers along my neckO..er the fair tones of my skin Is when I succumb,To...
Posted by snowfallingoncedars on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 07:15:00 PST

Sanctuary

Something within is suggesting I unwind,Give in to my thoughts for the heart can..t findThe reasons to why, here, now, and yesterday,Every fascination lead to the beforehand day.Now of my loneliest ni...
Posted by snowfallingoncedars on Sat, 04 Nov 2006 09:45:00 PST

Short story

A Cognitive ExperienceUpon the arrival of dawn, on a seemingly endless morning, just about the time of year where nights grow in relation to the shorten days, you are passing along, aimlessly, through...
Posted by snowfallingoncedars on Sat, 14 Oct 2006 09:49:00 PST

In Memory of the Quickening of the Pulse

In Memory of the Quickening of the Pulse IHe acknowledged me the month of October:The wind chill grew, the leaves almost fallen,And raindrops had sodden what was left of the grass;The element of nat...
Posted by snowfallingoncedars on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 12:33:00 PST

Part 1 to Damnation, 4 more parts to follow

"It is a party in a parlour- Crammed just as they on earth were crammed, Some sipping punch.-some sipping tea; But, as you by their faces see,All silent and all-damned!" Peter B...
Posted by snowfallingoncedars on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 05:37:00 PST