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Name: Joel
Metro: White Rock
Birthday: 1/19/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: airports, all things visual, breaking trinity standards, chromaticism, city parks, dreadlocks, flying (peter pan style), football (european), jello, kitsch, knitting, lego, light and all its mannerisms, listening, lying, make believe, minimalism, naming inanimate objects, perception, playing, pretending im british, simplicity, slogans, storytelling, vampires and velcro shoes, to name a few.
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MSN: born_rocker@hotmail.com
Member Since:
4/18/2005
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| TraitorCheck out:
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| GalianoIf you cut open my heart you will find me sitting in this cabin, a paperback in hand. Outside you can hear the wind rise up the cliff to reach me, the ocean blue serenity below. The cabin never trembles, never stutters or screams. This is my island, the stillness of my heart.
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| FrivolousMy friend JoAnna is already in Africa, and when I can get a hold of her she provides the best packing advice. One of the things that she suggested was that I should not be afraid to bring something frivolous. For her this happened to be her shampoo. Last night I had an unexpected amount of free time. Naturally, I decided it was about time I did some personal hygiene shopping for the trip. I headed out to London Drugs and found myself in the shampoo ilse. With Jo's advice resounding through my head, I carefully considered my options. I've never cared about shampoo before, but now that I know this will be my only option for four months, it's become incredibly important. I once had the privilege of having a bottle of Herbal Essences to myself. This was an enjoyable experience. The problem is, standing in that shampoo isle, I realized that the Herbal Essences collection I was using, Hello Hydration: Orchid & Coconut, is not designed for my hair. I don't need moisturizing, I need moisture control! Can you imagine having over-hydrated hair for four months? I can't. What I really should be using is Totally Twisted, but I'm just not sure if I'll enjoy the French lavinder scent. It was too much, I just couldn't decide. I walked away from the shampoo isle, only to return a few minutes later. Don't be afraid to bring something frivolous. I picked up the purple bottle, my face reddening. But the risk was too high; I just was not ready to make my four month shampoo decision. I left the store defeated. | | |
| I am waiting for the story to continue. Sitting on a torn seat with buttered up popcorn and a fountain drink during intermission at the movies. Call it the long yawn between undergrad and self-establishment. Call it impatience. Mornings I wake up and think about tomorrow. When I should be planning for Africa (May) I am thinking about Europe (Sept). Lingering between an absence of mind and a presence of mind. On Wednesday night I had barely four hours of sleep. I've been in a haze ever since. Drifting through days, taking long walks with Tony Dekker. I'm already packing. | | |
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Rocket Science
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Spring is still sleeping. Summer Sun tried to wake her, nudging her shoulder, but she slumbers under Winter's cool sheets. Hibernation. I stumbled upon her in the cold, rested my hand on her back. In a moment she'll awake, bright eyes and rushing leaves. She'll glide out of bed and tip toe across the lawn to gather up roses in her green fingers. You'll see her climbing up the trees, rustling through the cherry blossoms. She'll meet me on a hillside at sundown. Not a word between us. | | |
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