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(no subject) [Jun. 26th, 2008|01:00 pm]
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Here's a great summer read for teenage girls - I read first it in seventh grade and loved it; now I'm entering college and I still think it's brilliant. Everything is written in free verse, with beautiful illustrations. Highly recommended.

(The video is only a minute long; make sure to turn up the sound.)

Happy reading!
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Blues4Kali- A Cult Classic for the End Times [Jan. 26th, 2007|07:11 am]
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[Current Location |Rainbow Country]
[mood |indescribableindescribable]

What will Winter Solstice bring in 2012?
...an instant of Karma? ...an ethereal spiral dance of the collective soul? ... cosmic judgment leveled against civilization's expanse? ...destruction of the world as we know it? ...a chance for a new start? ...the rise and the revenge of the Goddess? or simply another day in the life of paranoia?
These are the false prophesies that your pastor warned you about!

Reality Exchange Program

"Makes DMT seem like a whip-it."

Crazy Bear said there'd be days like this. As usual, no one believed him. Now, all I want to know is: where IS that lifeboat, and how DO I ditch this ship of fools, without any of these bliss ninnies noticing that I'm already gone?

Captain, my ass. We are equal in this sea of madness.

That iceberg is looking awfully big.

Amana Mission is on a quest to save the world, and the only problem is, she can't remember why she got involved with such an obvious scam in the first place. Jesus saves. Christ. What a loser.

Kali kills first, and recycles later.

Hitchhikers, load up for a ride to the Other Side. You may wish you had gone Greyhound.

"What the...?"

*A cranky band of prankster peace warriors who absolutely cannot resist messing with each other's minds, no matter the cost.

*Cocky alchemy-dabbling quantum surfers, navigating the Ethersphere with hand-held computers, switching timelines to find a better party vibe and swap tips about the best temporary toilets for use as interdimensional portals.

*A burnt-out visionary hippie millionaire on a mission from Gaia to build a better "communitopia" by underwriting a convoy carrying telepathic priestesses.

*A wheelchair-bound mindpilot propelling a crystal-powered Seed Bank toward the post-Apocalyptic Garden, with psychic precision...and a predilection for high-velocity extreme driving.

*Hermaphrodite time-jumper fleeing a fate worse than death.

*Anarchist ghettoes where anything goes-except escape.

*Ancient Principals vying like sweatsoaked carpetbaggers for our loyalty as the Final Vote is tallied.

*Long-haired security patrols collecting a cannabis tribute tax from all pilgrims to the Valley of Fun.

*And an underground meat mafia bringing a black magic revival to a bloodless dreamworld gone bland.

All brought together by a secret psychedelic superdrug that tunes users in to reality through the eyes of another archetypal avatar inhabiting a different state of space and time. Mahayana made easy. Budding Buddha natures are running amuck on a virtual superhighway where all roads lead to the Bo tree and singularity.

Twenty-first century Tantra is about more than sex, drugs, and
rock and roll.Confronting the Karma of every wasted breath is only the first step.

Welcome to the End Times. Kali awaits. She already knows who you are.

Do you?

The 21st century counterculture is even weirder than it appears on the surface. This is not your mommy’s MTV Road Rules.

Ride along on this mesmerizing, metaphor-packed bus trip toward ecstasy and enlightenment, as three real-time guides-Amana, Sissy, and Deva, let you in on what they learned when they asked what It was really all about, after all.

Become them for a multilevel metafictional tour of infinity and awaken yourself to the miracle-a-minute magic of mighty Mother Kali!

Read Online Novel Blues 4 Kali at www.blues4kali.com

2012 Prophecies

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(no subject) [Sep. 2nd, 2006|08:07 pm]
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Hello my fellow dorks : )

I was browsing through communities when I came across this one. The name was so cute I just had to join up.
I like writing song lyrics, stories, and poetry, but most of the other places I post to either don't read  my stuff or they dissect it until I can't recognize it as my own.

So yeah, hope to hear what you all think.
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(no subject) [May. 30th, 2005|08:51 pm]
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HUNGRY ARTISTS, a literary/ arts magazine has an appetite for creativity. All publishable art forms are encouraged: essays, photography, poetry, short prose, sketches, photos of sculpture, paintings, etc. Those of all ages and locations are welcome. All art pieces can be returned. Please send submissions, questions, and ideas to hungryartists@yahoo.com DEADLINE: JUNE 3, 2005
also, check out the magazine's lj community at www.livejournal.com/~hungryartists
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i need some feedback... [Nov. 11th, 2004|05:26 pm]
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[mood |anxiousanxious]
[music |"once you get free talk to me, i can feel you falling..."]

i've got a problem that i want to spread around open-minded communities in order to get a response and clear my head. i'm sorry if this offends people that i'm using the internet to bitch, but i don't want to go to somewhere i can bitch, i want real responses from smart people to come back to me.
i'm a brilliant writer but i can't stop thinking about this friend of mine. she's not really a friend anymore, but we used to be best friends and life was wonderful with her. we're both straight, but we were the cutest couple ever and it was the two of us against the world. in the beginning i was the only person she could talk to and i loved the feeling that i mattered to someone. for the longest time she was the only know that understood who i was, and she loved me for me. i hate to pin it on him, because he's a great guy and all, but things changed when she started dating this one guy. in the beginning he was all she talked about and i got annoyed but i got over myself and it wasn't about him anymore. it was the fact that the more time she spent with him the less time there was for us, and this made me nervous, so i talked to some other friends about it, and word got around to her, and i talked to her about it, and we were fine. she had a busy schedule but it wasn't her fault, she hadn't done anything wrong. i helped her boyfriend put together a surprize sweet sixteen because there was a chance she wasn't going to get one, and it was great, but then her parents threw her a real one and i got in trouble that night and couldn't go. i never really forgave myself, and i held on to the drama act for a while, when i realized that i was over reacting and i needed some time away from her, so i told her the next day, and she understood but the next day her boyfriend stopped me and said she was too upset and this was a horrible idea, so i talked to her that day and fixed things back up. she kept saying that we'd have more time over the summer for us, and i was looking forward to having my best friend back again. she had been focusing so hard on school and other people's problems that she wasn't the same person, and i refused to except that maybe she was just changing, growing up, excepting maturity. well her bf never really liked me because i'm not like him and i don't think he ever understood by steph and i got along so well, but you could tell by th way we were together, it was clear to everyone. well i called over the summer to hang out and she was always too busy, and i can't help but blame her boyfriend for ruining part of what we had. well i never even saw her over the summer, and i think that's partly to blame for this book i gave her. near the end of the summer i bought her this fairy notebook i thought she'd like and i added a few poems i had written while thinking about her, and these poems were sad and it's not that i felt that way all the time, but it felt like she was dying in my arms and i thought the least i could do is be honest with how i was feeling, so i did, and i'm sure brian saw it and maybe even told her she's better off without me, and he hates me for sure now because i would get upset over little things she did and she'd go running to him and then he'd go running to me. and i felt like a horrible friend sometimes so i pulled away, and now i want her back and i don't want to give up all hope that she's gone forever. i'm still friends with her twin brother and i asked if she wanted to hang with us this weekend but she's busy again, so every once in a while i'll invite her to something i think she'd like and she says no and i hang up and cry, it's the same routine over and over, and my other best friend says its not worth it and i should leave her alone. but i still love her and i always will. i just looked at her journal and she’s got the pre-menstrual rambling, and it reminded me how much i miss her period because she comes to me crying over the stupidest little things because she gets so emotion and it’s adorable. she needs me and i know it.
i just want some voices, a conversation going to see if i have a chance, to scream in my face for being so stupid, to ask me more questions to get down to the bottom of this, anything. i just want new people to talk to about this, outside opinions, because it's driving me crazy and i'm sick of crying.
please, if you have anything to say at all tell me
i know i'm a loser, but i don't care as long as i have her...
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national coming out day [Oct. 8th, 2004|12:57 pm]
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On Oct. 11, 1987, half a million people participated in the March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights. This was the second such demonstration in our nation’s capital and the first display of the NAMES Project Quilt, remembering those who have died from AIDS. One measure of the march’s success was the number of organizations that were founded as a result — including the National Latino/a Gay & Lesbian Organization (LLEGÓ) and AT&T’s GLBT employee group, LEAGUE. The momentum continued four months after this extraordinary march as more than 100 gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender activists from around the country gathered in Manassas, Va., about 25 miles outside Washington, D.C. Recognizing that the GLBT community often reacted defensively to anti-gay actions, they came up with the idea of a national day to celebrate coming out and chose the anniversary of that second march on Washington to mark it. The originators of the idea were Rob Eichberg, a founder of the personal growth workshop, The Experience, and Jean O'Leary, then head of National Gay Rights Advocates. National Coming Out Day was born.
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one more thing [Oct. 2nd, 2004|12:12 pm]
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[mood |artisticartistic]
[music |aol radio (r&B soul)]

One more thing

All you wanted from me was one thing
Once you had that one and only thing
You are gone
Gone like a leaf in the wind
Never to be seen again

You take of my body
What seemed like a minute
Will now scar fora lifetime
But I will never shed a single goddamn tear

Was that all you wanted me for
I know I’m fine and stuff
But I do have a few brain cells
But I guess that’s not what you want is it

I opened my door to you
Let you in to my heart
Then all of a sudden

You have a girl
You just broke up
But you need time to mend
You can notbe just jumping and bending just for me
You can’t be with me in that kind of a way

I though that I could trust you
That you were different
Different then all the others
That there was something special about you

But then you go and kiss another girl
In the hall right infront of me
It`s oh no it’s not what it looked like
And she came on to me first
And why are you mad at me

Why should I be mad at you?
I’m the one who opened the door
I let you just come in and fuck with
My heart, mind and emotions
I should have thought about it a little more

A mans a man and is always going to be a man
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Rain [Oct. 2nd, 2004|12:07 pm]
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[mood |calmcalm]
[music |you are my lady (freddy jackson)]


The rain so soft
The rain so beautiful
It washes every thing clean
If it washes every thing clean
Can it wash away my shame?
Can it take away these scars?
Can it take away these thoughts?
Can it make me clean again?
The rain may clean but itcould never clean my soul
It could never take awayall the bad things
It could never wash the dirt from this face
Itcould never take away what I feel inside
That rain may look beautiful
Butit just reminds me of my tears
The tears of the world
The tears of God
It takes away most of the sadness but not all
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im new yell Oh! [Oct. 1st, 2004|04:21 pm]
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[mood |bouncybouncy]
[music |pure morning(placebo)]

hey sup im the new girl ok, what else do you want to know about me. I love poetry and writing. I have like tons of poems and stories. I belong to this youth group in toledo ohio it called RAY www.toledoray.org it's a GBLT group. and im helping to put together a book for them. its not going to be like fansy or anything but it's by teens so yea. its should be done in like a few months. im in college up here in toledo UT, im going in to Art education. oh did i forget to say that im a artist too. yea im a nerd but anyways. ttyl
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Hoorah for me, I'm new! [Sep. 25th, 2004|12:33 am]
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It's way too late at night -or early in the morning- to count my points, so I'm just going to figure it out as I go.

Point #1: While I may be dorky, I am in no way whatsoever a CHICK. If Someone calls me a chick, Someone will get hurt. Just so we're clear.

Point #2: I wrote a few poems a while back, and I'm full of ideas that I never finish putting together, and therefore never write them down.

Point #3: I'm not much of a poster; I'm more of a lurker. I'll read almost every post and hardly ever post myself or comment on another post.

Point #4: Sometimes I may post something that is comletely random. Be warned. My mind often works in strange and disturbing ways.

And I think that's about it. Can I stress #1? DON'T CALL ME A CHICK!! Just don't. (If you want to live, that is.)

Really, I'm a nice person, though!

Oh yea, one more point: Any point could change at any time (EXCEPT NUMBER 1!!) so I might end up posting every day! You just never know.

Ok, NOW I'm finished!
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