rayshauna Female • 22 • Chicago, IL  • United States
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Status... Single
Orientation... Straight
I'm into... Writing Photography Mind Love
I'm working on... a collection of short stories and poems.
My sites... http://shaungray.blogspot.com/
My Profiles... http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=67600066
je voudrais une fleur, s'il vous plait.
Last On: 05/02/08 PST

About me

i'm breath. and fog. i'm silent and encroaching when i want and iambic pentameter when the day lacks rythym. i just like to be. to curl up, under blanket, pen and book in hand and create. make love to concept and get words. sometimes i get the itis. i dance when no one's looking and when someone is i dance like i don't see 'em. cause music's better that way. i laugh a lot cause life without laughter just ain't worth the paper it's printed on, hear me knockin?

Interests

literature.

,1984,the great gatsby,

films.

,monty python and the holy grail,the princess bride,

music.

,sigur rós,ólafur arnalds,joshua james,the fray,





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Feb 24, 2008 - 02:13 AM PST
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This is beautiful. Love the monochrome palette. The blurry trees are perfect. Good stuff! Any chance of uploading it larger?
Feb 24, 2008 - 02:08 AM PST
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pacific coast highway.
Is this north of Cambria? Beautiful picture. What a place!

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soft days.

Mar 09, 2008

the irish call them soft days.
when sky meets ground and quivers.
baited. pregnant.
and the heavens loom large and out of proportion.
the clouds, a bit too low, hover.
the earth swells, like dough.
the space between charged, resonant.
as if music seeped between the cracks and
reeled about
transparent
and hanging.
notes crashing like cymbals in praise.


[ view all ]My Unauthorized Biography

i was a fierce child. i had so much energy. i was constantly running, jumping, pretending. you know how i first knew that literature was my calling? my imaginary friends were greek gods and goddesses from mythology; i knew their greek and roman names. i always had my hands in everything. there wasn't a thing i hadn't attempted, no game i hadn't invented and no corner of the house left untouched by my wake. what i'd give to have that again! to be relentless and persistent and free. not just free, but unbridled. the concepts of duty and responsiblity foreign to me; metaphorical harnesses strangers to my face. ah, childhood.


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