|Main blog:||Th'Poetic Carcas|
|Birthday:||December 31st |
|Education:||High school, School of life|
|Religion:||Spiritual but not religious|
|Location:||United States, Massachusetts, Cambridge|
|Height:||5' 2" (157 cm)|
|Hair Style:||Straight - Medium|
|Clothing Pref.:||Thrift Store|
|Tattoo Info:||The picture on my blog is a tattoo I want to get on my lower back, with some color, but I am not of age. I also want to get a celtic serpent around my right thigh.|
|Piercing Info:||Two holes in each ear. Left ear cartilege piercing (did it myself). Nose piercing. Want tongue piercing.|
|More Details:||I specialize in having a nice ass that gets the job done and pin up girl legs. Also, soft hands. I laugh like a carberator (sp?) Interested?|
|Relationship Status:||Single - Never Married|
|Family Info:||Parents separated since I was 4. Stepmother and father separated since I was 16 (recently). Step family: aborted since I was 16. Live with my mother, and sometimes her mother.|
|Astrological Sign:||Capricorn (Dec 22 - Jan 19)|
|Smoking:||No. But not bothered by it|
|Liquor:||Social drinker. One or two|
|Your Home:||Live with parents|
|Likes:||ringing wine glasses; loading dishwasher; feeling sexie; knitting; connecting with other people; bargain-hunting; wearing wild outfits; getting sexie with beautiful strangers; writing; singing.|
|Dislikes:||unfriendly people; bad posture; mean people; dry skin; acne; when people talk at you; feeling awkward; being alone; brocoli; immature people; high school.|
|Interests:||Dance, harp, fashion designing and sewing, indie media, social action, writing, languages (Spanish at the moment), photography.|
|Books:||The Mists of Avalon, The Lover, The Peacock Spring, Like Water for Chocolate, Sophie's World, Of Love and Shadows.|
|Authors:||e.e. cummings, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Pablo Neruda, , Isabel Allende.|
|Music Genres:||Alternative, indie, rock, oldies, jazz, country, industrial, old country/bluegrass, French jazz.|
|Bands/Artists:||Pixies, Bjork, Os Mutantes, Cake, The White Stripes, The Magnetic Fields, Metric, Le Tigre, Shakira, The Dresden Dolls, John Coltrane, Roberta Flack, Joni Mitchell, Patsy Cline, Rilo Kiley, Neutral Milk Hotel, Janis Joplin, Billie Holiday.|
|Songs:||Sweet Bitter Love, To Love Somebody, Let Them Talk (Roberta Flack), Why Can't He Be You (Patsy Cline), Asleep & Dreaming (The Magnetic Fields), Reckoning, Dilate, Untouchable Face (Ani), Sexy Sadie, Don't Let Me Down (The Beatles), Teenage Love Song (Rilo Kiley), Combat Baby (Metric), Hey, Where is My Mind (Pixies)|
|TV Shows:||The O.C.|
|Movies:||, Delicatessen, Roman Holiday, You've Got Mail, The Tripletts of Belleville, Lost in Translation, Shakespeare in Love, Dirty Dancing|
|Actors:||Johnny Depp, Cate Blanchet, Joseph Fiennes (HOT!), Audrey Tautou, Audrey Hepburn, Marlon Brando|
|Sports:||Dance (It's athletic, and I take it for Phys. Ed)|
|Colors:||All colors, but especially bright colors, turquoise and teal, peach and pink. Also black.|
|Cars/Motorcyles:||1950's Chevi's that are pastel with big fins, Harleys and those pastel motorized skooters. Vespas.|
|Season:||All of the seasons, but I like Winter because it's when I was born and I feel power during the Winter.|
|Food:||I love food. Everything except broccoli.|
|Drink:||Vodka, melk, tea, coffee, orange juice, red wine, water and mineral water, hot chocolate.|
|Quotes:||Life on life's terms. -My Aunt Linnet|
|Position:||Cuddling in your arms and just being held. In sex, I like to be on top at the moment of truth, which I think is generally a good place to be in life. Also, grinding on the dance floor, or wherever.|
I haven't posted in a long time, and I don't know if anybody really reads this thing anymore. No one ever really did. Whatever. Here are some really amazing lyrics that I've listened to for a long time, and I just realized that they pretty much sum up what happened to me on Friday night/ Saturday morning. Innocently, I thought I would go for longer without doing something I truly regret. Well, for the first time I regret something really stupid and bad and insensitive on so many levels, that I did. These are Emm Gryner lyrics:
You left a good drug on my tongue
And I know and I know...
A Poem to be Scream'd
I just found this recently. It's a poem that I wrote about a year ago on a napkin at a party.
What a mess it all is now
I can't do it for you who I know and trust
but for him I am anonymous
I am so empty now
And you think this pen can write out something brill.
but there's nothing in my head
Except the ravage unconsecrated on your bed
What to say?
Who cares to hear another song
of a mislead year in a life too young to be so far gone?
How could I do this for you?
Is it just an exchange between two consenting adults?
Perhaps an exchange of sweat and blood and...
Death to the Luscious Tongues
Note: I was just on "Freezer Queens" and noticed that months ago Chessie posted this brilliant poem which we wrote together with magnetic poetry on her fridge, and I absolutely love and it totally made my night, so now it is here. Weee!
Up and leave with some boy
true sky watching behind
With frantic blue egg love he scream'd
see black suit or gown rip
How you blow and lick my leg
girl goddess would boil in bed
to worship of play
my breast trudging near you
chains shine like him
fingering is smooth
This is not summer. This cold grey day mimics the cold grayness of my heart and my insubstantial existence. I don't know what I'm doing here. I wish I didn't depend on the sunshine so much to brighten my days. Like playing music too loud, or playing hard to get, the sun convinces you that you're having more fun than you really are; that you have chances to throw away, because you are that good and that powerful. I don't know what I expected of my sixteenth summer, (or is it my seventeenth?), well anyway, that mythical number of sixteen has been mostly a disappointment. Self-discovery showing...