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"Ah! My Beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future Fears.
Tomorrow? Why, tomorrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's seven thousand years."
Creature of space and sea temporarily gone walkabout on planet Earth. Clumsy. Intimate. Dionysian. Cold hands, hot mouth, violence with a purpose, instinct, and whiskey.
I'm a thriving (sometimes destructively so) Leo who loves belly dancing, renaissance festivals, libraries, pipe tobacco, thrift stores, westerns, and getting lost (or perhaps found) in vast forests. I like my skirts to jingle when I walk and my jeans to be ripped in highly inappropriate places.
I don't trust men with dirty fingernails unless they live in the woods. What I lack in logic, I make up for in parable
A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the universe, "that fact has not created in me a sense of obligation."
this journal is mostly friends only.
a maenad's empathy, anthemusa ancestry, blood & coffee, braking for intelligent sluts, dark and thirsty veins, insular violence, listening to the undertones, lunar alchemy, metacarpal alignment, middle finger eloquence, my teeth your collarbone, mythological tenderbeasts, primal exchange, survivalist instincts, symbiotic foreplay, your hidden agendas
despairia, exlibris, flourishing, fragilemuse,
ilwarden, likerain, lx, moonfever, northsea, sycamore, tristia
despairia, flourishing, fragilemuse,
ilwarden, ilwarden.livejournal.com, likerain, lx, moonfever, northsea, oneirocritica, sycamore, tristia