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About Me

I don't have green eyes.Or a perfect body,or a fake complexion.My cheekbones aren't tall enough.Sometimes I ramble,and always talk with my hands.I'm goofy and loud, and have a cheesy grin.I don't like my laugh,or my voice when it trills.I don't accept compliments well.I stand out,even when I'm quiet.Sometimes I'm clumsy. I always carry a pen. I rarely do anything the same way twice.Intensity attracts me.My temper may get the best of me.I like lamb, and storms, and old blue jeans.Archaic mysteries intrigue me. Wounds pick at me, and I pick back. I caught the house on fire (twice).I covet insomnia, my music fits my moods, I fondle textures. The smell of fresh cut wood makes me bitter/sweet.I dream of things I do not understand, and look at life from too many angles.I like absolutes when they're mine;otherwise, I find a way around them. I want to breathe. I wear people out.I walk an odd line between lackadaisical and obsession.My eyes never lie, and always say too much. I choose passionately and badly.I have an oral fixation.I have a sweet tooth that craves sea salt and lime. My favorite color changes.I kick ass at Scrabble.I am greater than my parts,but not yet equal to my whole.I am fossilized sap, to a fault. 9.3 on the Richter scale.
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My Interests

Knowledge. All kinds, all genres, all levels. Language. Culture. Art. Music. Beauty in it's truest and most primal form. Meditation. Spiritual healing. Creativity. Love. Peace. Happiness. Balance.

Music:

Hosting"

Movies:

Donnie Darko; Boondock Saints; Frailty; V for Vendetta; The Notebook; Grosse Point Blank; HArold and MAude; Howard the Duck;A Fish Called Wanda; Ever After; Interview With the Vampire; Army of DArkness; Walk the Line; What Dreams May Come ...I am perfectly consistant in my inconsistancies...

Books:

Fingerprints of the Gods, Graham Hancock. Currently studying the Sefer Yetzirah and Tanach. The Alphabetic Labyrinth (The Letters in HIstory and Imagination) - Johanna Drucker

Heroes:

My Grandfather

My Blog

Basking in early evening

So I was driving with Clif, and just HAD to grab a pen and jot down this shard of inspirado... ...and we can watch the spirit of God at work, as He cries: "I have dropped the fish hooks in your mouths...
Posted by Sunrise Girl on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 04:08:00 PST

Din

I...I...I - am bored.I am sitting in the library with a stack of books,poets thick with lists of accolades,a termite din of institutional praise - and am soulessly cold in the pages.I...I...I - I am p...
Posted by Sunrise Girl on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 06:48:00 PST

Opalescence

Opal waves swell and crash upon this shoreof idiot wisdom;tantalizing screams stifled, beneath mouths of brassand order.The call - heeded, regurgitated, refired...kilned to obsidian luster,the voices ...
Posted by Sunrise Girl on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 04:26:00 PST

This one is interactive - get involved people!!!

5 things you ARE / ARE NOT I AM:*double breasted*insoluble*mostly undigestible*a Capricorn*caught between the doorsI am NOT:*susceptable to Jedi mind tricks*boring*satisfied*in step with the world aro...
Posted by Sunrise Girl on Sun, 27 May 2007 10:29:00 PST

DUALITY (on Mother's Day)

I will start with birth since children are born of a marriage of opposites - transcendence and immanence, heart and mind,soul and body, masculine and feminine. As a newly born child we are one with th...
Posted by Sunrise Girl on Sun, 13 May 2007 12:00:00 PST

Seventh Heirarchy

How many times will I wake up-and realize-this body makes comfort where it finds it;this heart allows tenderness when it needs it;this soul holds its secrets like a gift;until your hands find the day ...
Posted by Sunrise Girl on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 08:40:00 PST

...of influx and heart disease

...snippets of my unclean hands and smoldering soul... - longing - to burn me beneath the waves (origin) of the ocean (and source)... my beloved fleshly epigraphs itch... insolent...atomisti...
Posted by Sunrise Girl on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 12:09:00 PST

Indian Summer

SHATTER! (sweet) magnolia rain(so we are)below, the sacred undertow;you. demonic syrup...rape of virgin nectar(brutally) pristine and fluid...drip glassy amber slavery- (upon) - conchshell lips;...
Posted by Sunrise Girl on Sat, 24 Mar 2007 02:23:00 PST

omen shifting

Over the last 2 years I have let my past die in order to resurrect a new self, new life. In many ways I have sought and attained great enlightenment and transcendance. Some I was...
Posted by Sunrise Girl on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 12:06:00 PST

Coronation

Sanctify,rememberthe holinessof intimacy.Shrine,enkindle mass.Candles bowing,incumbants, graceful...Fifth night, pitch -and we are conjugated,sealed into our templesto please and delight the fireslit ...
Posted by Sunrise Girl on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 12:47:00 PST