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Psychlone
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Birthday: 10/30/1984 Gender: Male
Interests: Music philosophy. Black-and-white checkered tile floors. David Lynch movies. Vocal harmonies. Crossword puzzles. Sheet music. Ancient Greek and Roman (but mostly Greek) poetry, literatures, history, plays, etc...Cherry blossom trees and petals. Guitaring. Making air sculptures. Expertise: Self-consciousness. Occupation: Student Industry: Entertainment
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Member Since:
11/7/2003
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| Ohh, she's been gone away for so long
Yes she has
And now she's coming back
(In two days, that's right!)
That lovely little lady that lights up my brain
And may I now freely freak and wax insane?
I feel like a fountain of sherbet, a spray of flowers
I can't believe I lasted all these hours.
And she's coming back soon,
Ohh, that's right, you bet
It's been way too long
But it's just about time!
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| Re-resolved:
-- Be kind + gentle as much as you can, even if you have to be
hard to do so. Respect everyone-- men are emblems of creation, and
women are representatives of Aphrodite.
--Stay in good shape as possible. Exercise constantly, in fun + joyous ways. --Get ever closer to the supreme mover, the first artistic impulse. --Indulge in alcohol + drugs + so forth freely, making reality more malleable + forcing the body to rev up to purge toxins. --Sex + masturbation embraced + enjoyed fully to sharpen the edge + keep the blood red-hot. --Spontaneous travel, movement as expression of energy and a flexible mind. --Continual
mental stimulation, read + enjoy all great works, mind open and ready
to hear, if something is beyond understanding try to simply dig. --Fearlessness
and acceptance of one's own self, lack of censorship-- if someone ends
up offended or aghast it's on them and not you. --Drop all defenses when it comes to love. --A
quality of self-expression to all one's actions, coming ever closer and
closer to one's true self-- calibrating the radar. Art weaves through
everything. --Accept + welcome the dark, destructive, chaotic tides, don't defer them, allow them to rise and then pass. --Recognize the phenomenal quality of feeling, never mind how you look, honor your infinite insides. | | |
| When in doubt, clean your room. It burns nervous energy, is always
productive, and even if nothing works out, you still have a clean room.
I'm in love with someone! It's great but it's sort of running my life. (Not ruining).
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| I really ought to be happy with the problems I have, and not ask for
new ones. I dunno. Last night was completely great, but lacked that one
final touch, ie I slept alone. It was rough, especially after several
hours of dancing in the midst of a horde of gyrating, radiating,
provocative people, and feeling especially powerful and sociable
(eyeliner will do that to you). In fine, what's
a guy gotta do to get laid around here? (Not be such a hung-up weirdo
about it, probably) (Yeah, and maybe like ask?, I can hear someone saying). Heh... yeah. Anyway, there's one particular
person that I just can't seem to turn on, which is a real stone cold
bitch, let me tell you, seeing as how we've known each other for years.
But she's extremely guarded anyway, so I doubt Don Juan himself could
defrost this little crystal. I keep forgetting that the word
"attraction" means exactly that, so that at times you are literally
physically drawn towards, sucked in by a person. If your feet were
wheels you'd be moving right at them, on a path straight as a
plumb-bob. .... But none of this seems right, this isn't what I wanted
to say. Sexual (in)tension, oop? Did I say something wrong? Oh Neal...
Anyone got any uppers?
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| So yesterday I was in a Chinese garden in Portland. I was about to take a drink from a drinking fountain when I feel a TAK! on the back of my head. I whirl around and see this blue jay flying away, looking sassy. I took a swipe at him with my visitor's handbook, but to no avail. The bastard had dive-bombed me (who's for bird-strike, then?) I decided it was an omen that I shouldn't drink the water. I followed him just in time to see him repeat the strike on the head of an older tourist. What could it all mean...
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