Oscillate Wildly is a Smiths song. It has no words.
1999 - 2003
highly evolved
Melissa, 22, Florida. I have a hard-on for poetry, a band called Gene, the ocean, and also men in white v-necks & pinstripes. I have great love for many things and far fewer people. I make Sad Bastard mixed tapes.
The Talisman: best book ever. I cannot emphasize or fully explain the Love I have for this book and Jack Sawyer. I call it lunatic love, because that's true. It is a weeping love, a bursting love, beyond all others.
Walt Whitman and Anne Carson are my poets. I am hot for Franz Kafka; lately I started reading Ursula K. Le Guin's Earthsea books, by recommendation of my dear friend Margaret, and I am way hot for those as well. I will tell you that seeing Pearl Jam has been the best evening of my life to date.
I have brown hair and brown eyes. Sometimes I dream of having little blond-haired, blue-eyed baby boys and girls, to name Jack & Scout. Then I snap out of it. I want little dark ass-kickers. I want to breed with a Scottish boy. (Or Wolverine. Not Hugh Jackman--Wolverine.)
I can't sing or draw or rollerskate. I don't drink tea or coffee, but I have a grossly wicked caffeine addiction. I am good at waiting in lines, avoiding predators in the water and having ridiculously violent dreams. I am shit with directions, heights and insects.
I am in school to become a forensic anthropologist. No, I don't watch CSI.
Pirates are fantastic. This should be obvious.
!!!!1!!lasjdflks
pictures from Fran's American Holiday {Franny}
posse: me, Fran, Nicole {Nicole}
answering machine message
reason for living No. 1
smoldering-hottt laptop
crappy site about Darwinian Medicine I made for class
little drawn bitmaps
Halloween '89
favorite icon
second favorite icon
kissing Jon Stewart
plea for assistance
enjoying my clothing
reason for living No. 2
silkscreened SOTL t-shirt
silkscreened PJ t-shirt
palm-sized bifacial handaxe knapped from obsidian
satan bear
Prince of Mirkwood as seen on my breast
A Song of the Rolling Earth by Walt Whitman
the truest thing ever
my council of elders {exposition}
Kafka's letters to Milena
