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about me
Redheaded Mexican -Scottish Scorpio Metal Dog who is a nontheist ,avid film and book lover with an affinity for scientists & geeks
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A lie will easily get you out of a scrape, and yet, strangely and beautifully, rapture possesses you when you have taken the scrape and left out the lie. ~Charles Edward Montague, Disenchantment
*Beauty Secrets for Divas*,
100 Mile Diet,
Anthony Bourdain fans,
Backyard Garden Survivalists,
Book Lovers,
Bookworms,
BRITISH COMEDY,
Cancer, Scorpio & Pisces Sign Tribe,
Cancer, Scorpio & Pisces Sun Sign Tribe,
Crockpot Cooking,
Death,
DIY Health and Natural Medicine,
Edible and medicinal plants of the wild,
Essential Oils,
Herb of the Week Tribe,
homemade beauty remedies,
iceland,
Mexican Food & Recipes,
Puget Sound, Washington State Gardening,
Sagittarius Rising,
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"There's no such thing as life without bloodshed. I think the notion that the species can be improved in some way, that everyone could live in harmony, is a really dangerous idea. Those who are afflicted with this notion are the first ones to give up their souls, their freedom. Your desire that it be that way will enslave you and make your life vacuous."
I got a couple of nice men breathin' down my neck - I got thoughts of M and her bootcamp logic - I got threads of brown hair still tangled in my fingers - I got Rebound Woman Blues - I got two Tickets to Paradise and no Hitchiker who wants a ride - I got Spidey Senses sending chills down my spine - I got a heart heavy full of love that wants to ooze all over your body - I got something to prove - I got a full tank of gas and the itch to drive south - I got xox postcards in a box ,shoved in yo...
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Sat, July 26, 2008 - 9:23 PM
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Crecio en mi frente un arbol
Mon, June 25, 2007 - 7:15 PM
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Crecio hacia dentro Sus raices son venas nervios sus ramas, sus confusos follajes pensamientos Tus miradas lo encienden y sus frutos de sombra son naranjas de sangre, son granadas de lumbre
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