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I'm a horrible person, but at least I smile when I do it! I am an outlaw in Peru. I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie and I don't prespire. Having said that, did you know Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks. I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. I woo men with my sensuous and godlike drum/guitar playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed. I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after college, I repair electrical appliances free of charge. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. MY LIFE- spending insane amount of time in my lab making things which don't exist (i am a research assistant at du) and of course drinking whiskey. and the remainder of the time I am busy exploring places - riding bikes at mesa trail, camping at the dunes, para falling at boulder, spending time by the brook and yadi yada.. if time permits i write draw and sketch as well. Visiting a ghost town ruled by a russian mob where aliens are fighting zombies is my idea of a perfect date. lol. coffe shops, haunted lakes, are the places where I would love to talk about science, religion and philosophy and not to forget rant about the latest trends as well. A sense of humor is something which i am deprived of but i am creative ... creativity is my blood, when a mosquito bites me, it farts music.....
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Carnage Rose Ink

Plants in Myth and Magic ... In the long struggle to achieve mastery over the powerful forces of nature, man has always turned to plants for help - for food, shelter, clothing, weapons, healing, and e...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 14:57:00 GMT

The Color Red GQ Letter of Mis-Intent

In a small village in Nepal, the author discovers an astonishingly simple fact: a person's stature can rise by giving more while having less."Red is my color," I used to say. Just because I liked it b...
Posted by on Wed, 13 May 2009 21:15:00 GMT

Brother Carnage's Offering

 A spirit came and talked to meand said I must go findBrother Carnages giving Selfor I would lose all that is mine. So I left that night and heard a voicetell me where to goI searched the narrow vall...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2009 16:04:00 GMT

Carnage Offering

OVER the carnage rose prophetic a voice, Be not dishearten'd, affection shall solve the problems of freedom yet, Those who love each other shall become invincible, They shall yet make Columbia victori...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Feb 2009 15:22:00 GMT

The Voice Of Silence Do Good

I see the backwards philosophy and hypocrisy everywhere, I see people ignoring it. I wonder how, but they can. I watch these sick little sheep scurrying about their everyday lives to fill a hollow and...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Dec 2008 20:33:00 GMT

Butterfly Women

She followed Moonlight, To find her path. She listened to Music-makers, To hear her heart. But she could not hear. She could not see. She walked the stretch of sand, To see where she had come. She cli...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Dec 2008 15:11:00 GMT

Minkpaw

Minkpaw put tobacco down as she thinned out a cluster of wild roses, who were competing for root space and sunlight. She gently removed them from earth mother's cradle and placed them in her birch bar...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Dec 2008 14:58:00 GMT

The Lake, The Lies, The Dream

You fell into the lake; I watched as you got wet. You lied to me one night; in truth we finally met. You sat upon my mind; and I comforted your tears. You moved right into life; and carried in the yea...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Dec 2008 14:36:00 GMT

Her Song

Carnage Rose was ready to dance for her self. The eagle plumage in her braided hair added a softened honor to her morning shadow. Yellow and lavendar bead work on her moccasins and shawl sparkled. Thi...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 15:34:00 GMT

Unfair Gifts

It is natural to wonder about the seeming "inequities of life." When tragedy strikes, there may be no answers, meaning may not matter. At first, only the tragedy matters. That is one mark of a tragedy...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 14:42:00 GMT