September 29, 2007
Wow.
International woman of mystery...
I have such a crush on you.
Quetzal
Quetzal bird
My Tribes
Word Freaks,
! <Questions Game> ???,
! Rumi,
! Sexiest Smile !,
* roasted green chile *,
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Art Model Associations & Resources,
bay area live music,
Burning Man,
Camp Beaverton,
Cirque Plume,
Elvolutionaries,
Erotic Photography,
Faerieworlds,
figure drawing,
Flower essences,
Flowtation,
FreedomCommunity Burns,
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intertwine
In their words...
They say
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I am a traveling gypsy on a definite path of growing and healing,
a path which i am dedicated to walk in sacred truth, harmony, and love. I'm learning to empower my.s(elf) and others through creation and play... I want to play the game of truth...and embrace all of its facets I am just another desert flower bathing in the sun's rays "Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of raving to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free. -Tom Robbins
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Hello friends and kindred spirits....
Thu, November 20, 2008 - 8:34 PM
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Come check out openly.us that's where i be! love,  I am trying to ignore the curtain falling over her eyes, so heavy with dust. and though stars are created from dust she seems to blow them out before they even have a chance to glow. biting her lip in the dark hoping that no one will notice, long lost listening for a non existing skip in her heartbeat. she plays the same ol' rusty tune day after day she closes her eyes she closes she closes no good byes baby when will you be ready to come on home?
Found my wrinkled shadow today
Sat, January 12, 2008 - 2:06 PM
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buried beneath the dead leaves collecting in the corner of my Eye Thought it had nothing left for me Be(lie)ved we could part ways. I hope I always re-member... 
A fool,
Sun, December 30, 2007 - 10:46 PM
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hear here, I play the tiptoeing the tap dancing game, playing vanishing acts with their fragile Love. Scattering the ashes of the past I disappear behind shattered mirrors. A fool, gambling her breath away, hear here... 
Smelling you on this soft morning.
Fri, November 16, 2007 - 1:10 PM
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Your love has left a silk inprint on my lips, a tender spot where only the beloved dances. Gold steam linking our hearts. Yes it smells of Love today!
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