Mad Girl Rising

Both at Once

A Tauran

Encouraging Unity.


A conversation with myself for now. A stab at privacy of thought. An experiment in keeping things to myself. A search for an inner thought, a centered opinion. An attempt to heal.

You say I've changed... I disagree... the map has changed... and with it... me. - Tiny Tim

And now open for consideration and resonance.
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Nov 07
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Charles Village Crows...

…fly over the Neighborhood every single Autumn. Should you drive up the central corridor into my neighborhood, in Fall, and look up, you will see crows. If you listen you will hear a chorus of caws. Best part about it? Most of them live in the tree that reaches over my back porch. It makes my heart very happy to know that when I open the door to my back porch I hear the flapping of wings and then I get to watch them come and go and all the time they caw. Over my porch. Where they live.

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Nov 06
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Making Art and Talking to Dead People: New York City On My Mind
All I ever wanted to do was come to New York and be an artist. My dream came true….and then everything went to hell…..

Making Art and Talking to Dead People: New York City On My Mind

All I ever wanted to do was come to New York and be an artist. My dream came true….and then everything went to hell…..

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Making Art and Talking to Dead People
Jasmine is an excellent photographer. I met her in 2002 when I lived in NY and worked for Penny.

Making Art and Talking to Dead People

Jasmine is an excellent photographer. I met her in 2002 when I lived in NY and worked for Penny.

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Nov 05
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emiri-sensei:

“Morphine” by Michael Hussar (via Creep Machine)

emiri-sensei:

“Morphine” by Michael Hussar (via Creep Machine)

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emiri-sensei:

beaglebot:

carolinemartin:

joshuar:

Found.
Enjoy this moment, for you will never find us again.

There are still tender bruises on all the ass we kicked this past weekend.

emiri-sensei:

beaglebot:

carolinemartin:

joshuar:

Found.

Enjoy this moment, for you will never find us again.

There are still tender bruises on all the ass we kicked this past weekend.

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