Kat
Yesterday is already a dream and tomorrow is only a vision, but today well-lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Curiosity. Kat. You know the rest.
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2006 Black Rock City Events "Calend,
2πr,
Anthropology,
Anthropology Of Religion,
Art of Poi,
Bay Area Derby Girls,
Bay Area Hiking!,
Beadworkers,
Black Rock City Roller Girls,
Bookworms,
Boxshop,
building hacks,
Burning Man,
Burning Woman,
CREATIVE WRITING,
Daffodil,
Dark Skies Fire Arts Festival,
Death Guild/Thunderdome,
Devil Stix,
DIY - do it yourself,
EAST BAY,
East Bay Peeps Events,
Ethnic and Tribal Jewelry and Adornment,
Fire,
Fire Arts Education and Equipment,
Fire Hooping,
fire staff,
FireDrums,
Flaming Lotus Girls,
Ghost Hunters,
Glass Art,
Global Contact Staff Community,
Glowing Things,
Guerilla Drive-In,
holy hottie healer hoola hooperz united,
homemade beauty remedies,
Hookahdome,
Hooping Videos,
Houseboats,
Hula Hooping,
I just finished reading...,
Industrial Music,
Intellectual Barbarians,
Jewelry Artists,
Knifin' Around,
Lifestyle of Health and Sustainability,
Light'em if you got em!,
Loki,
Metal Working,
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"We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us."
This is someone else's photo--my thanks to whoever took it, and will take it down on request if need be. Yes, the large pink caboose is mine--my skirt went AWOL for the event.
The Beaten PathGender
Female
Age
32
Location
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Come out with me, come out with me
this night the stars are flame all opened up like rose and tooth... it shall not come again. --The Way the Country Moves from "Cruisin' at the Limit" by D.R. Wagner
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Set me aflame and cast me free
Some people go to hell in a handbasket. Others go in style.
Destiny's Mischivious Hand
Behind my eyes I see a tree who's canopy drapes like a willow, like spanish moss. The leaves are as brown as the trunk, but the ones at the end of the branches, which are a Halloween orange, and the leaves are rounded like tears. It is a particolored tree, the trunk leaning but strong, the bark molded to the sides like old paper. It stands alone in a clearing thick with a blanket of fallen leaves, and behind it is a sky the color and texture of mist. The place feels almost untouched, as if fe...
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I'd been having a bad week. The script I was meant to be writing just wasn't happening, and I'd spent days staring at a blank screen, occasionally writing a word like "The" and staring at it for an hour or so, and then, slowly, letter by letter, I'd delete it and write "And" or "But" instead. Then I'd exit without saving.
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