wyoming
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::Amy::
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::Myste::
::whispers::September 28, 2006
Wyoming is fierce with a firey mane and an attitude to match. She is the sort of girl who refuses to connect with anything but the deepest depths of your soul. The sort of girl who will always meet you emotionally & intellectually. She has been a shinning jewel in my Southern California landscape. I only wish I saw her more.
I miss you often sweet T... August 26, 2005
"Wyoming is a Sexy and Intelligent person. She can hold her own in a conversation and does not give away her power. She has a Gang of Hotty women Ninja, that kick ass, and chew bubblegum, and never run out of ass kicking."
Anais Nin:
"In creation alone there is the possibility of perfection." May 11, 1935 from Fire
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Sunday we had a photoshoot where we were trying to have a story. The stylist had vintage 80's and trashy in mind. We tried to recreate lighting styles and dress of the time.
Tue, May 6, 2008 - 10:04 AM
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Images in Gallery: people.tribe.net/wyoming22/photos  Recently I had the opportunity to photograph the talented and awesome Lombard Twins for the Dancer Magazine Cover Story. Here's a link to the images in my gallery if anyone wants to check it out. people.tribe.net/wyoming22/photos And if these guys come to your neighborhood, go see them. They're absolutely fantastic! xo ~wyoming
Rumi
::midnight shadows::Gender
Female
Age
31
Location
about me
troubled times, these.
somehow it seems the earth has changed form. somehow we didn't notice. hazily, we were round, fecund, dangerous and yes luminescent. we were. we were ivy and rotting and birthing and fucking. we were. there are those of us still who hear, those who tear the fabric back insistently. those who remember the way it used to be, who infiltrate the sleeping amongst us who siren call in whispers "remember!" ah yes the earth... she has changed her form. now metallic fabrics and painted faces. somehow with our vast technology our revolutions, our fortitutions we didn't notice. how can this be? globally blindsighted. and now this round fecund ball is oblong and moonshined and drifting. did we lose her? it's true she speaks only to a few. and those who speak her are heralded lunatic. we are a peculiar breed. but there is a peeling, a desperate cloying peeling. it's global. i feel it. a cloying clamouring peeling in binary form, a peeling back of code and owed and lines towed. i am certain it was a harpy outside my window yesterday. some deep round fecund part of me awoke before my sleepy hollows and caffeine filled limbs. that part of me woke, slipped through the ether of keys and data and instant psychic access and joined her on the boughs. it came later as a dream, or perhaps a soggy flash website... even oblong and obsolete she has not acceded defeat. we are of the team that conjures her form. collaborators of a dark gossamer fetal state. we wait. we wait. we wait
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