Today is Edgar Allen Poe's 200th birthday. Just in case you wanted to know. :) Eldorado is one of my all time favorite Poe poems.

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old -
This knight so bold -
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow -
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be -
This land of Eldorado?"

"Over the mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied -
"If you seek for Eldorado!"
You are Here

The Bounty Hunter Code

No friends, no enemies. Only allies and adversaries.

Don't complain.

Life feeds on death.

Vary your routine. Patterns are traps.

Never call attention to yourself.

Say no more than necessary.

He who hires my hand hires my whole self.

Do that which you fear most, and you will find
the courage which you seek.

Don't get distracted by the big picture;
 it's the details that count.

Never tell the whole truth in a trade.

A favor is an investment.

Money is power.

Watch out for things that go too well.

Welcome your fear as a friend, but never show it to others.

If you must die, do so with honor.

Remain calm at all costs.

Knowing a secret is power. But only if it remains your secret.

Trust no one,  use everyone.

Be ready to go anywhere
and face any danger.

The live ones are worth more than the dead ones.

He who angers you owns you.

Long Time..

Well LJ it's been quite a while since my last post. Work is winding down for the season so I'm looking at plenty of free time soon. I plan to be more active here. Also I plan to take my photography to a new place. Hopefully to a gallery or two. I need to move forward in a bad way.

My biggest fear is stagnation in this time off. All too often with big lengths of time off I get depressed, stir-crazy and wanderlusty. I have some creative projects lined up, and a few photo ideas I would love to mess with. I just have to keep up and motivated. Without structure I get lazy and depressed real fast. Not sure how to handle it but atleast this year I'm aware of it and can be kinda pro active.

Anybody with advice or creative ideas, hit me up. I don't wanna sit around for two months getting more crazy and getting lost in too many sci-fi books and have nothing productive to show for it.
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You always drove with the windows rolled down, even when it rained. Once we saw a man standing on a highway median clutching his briefcase to his chest. He looked the way happiness might feel just before a heart-attack. I wanted to stop the car, get out in the middle of traffic, and ask this stranger what he carried in the front pocket of his double-breasted suit.

Pockets are intimate, I said, and you laughed.  You tilted back your head in that way that made me want to kiss your throat.

We met on a Sunday afternoon at the laundry mat. You winked at me as we both watched a woman in a dizzy floral housecoat jam the public washers by shoving thick nickels into the slim spaces of quarter slots. You winked, and I knew that to love you would be like a conspiracy.

I wrote a poem about that woman’s pockets, how they jangled like a love song. I sat barefoot in your car. You turned down the radio that was, at that moment, playing your favorite song. You listened to me read my verse, struggling with the imperfection of the last line.

That night we lay together. You used a ballpoint pen to draw the pyramids on the small of my back. You kissed me like a monument. I walked naked across the room to turn on your stereo. Your eyes watched me move as if I was the eighth wonder of the world.

I played your favorite song. As it swelled above our heads, I came back to your bed.  The moon grinned crookedly in the sky. Through the window it shone on your lips that kept repeating my last imperfect line. Slowly and tenderly, I let those words fall against my skin.


Spunky's iPod

I've been digging on The Gypsy Nomads for a while now.

The Gypsy Nomads are a New York based duo. Their music has elements of cabaret, gypsy, celtic and punk. Formed in 2005, the duo consists of French born singer and percussionist Samantha Stephenson and guitarist Scott Helland. The duo has developed a following from year-round touring across the U.S. and performing at such U.S. festivals as Wicked Faire, Sirius Rising and (FaerieCon). They are also known by their fans as Frenchy and the Punk, for the duo's french and punk backgrounds.

Sometimes Silence is Best

I’m swollen with unspoken things.

I saw a man on a motorcycle the other day. He reminded me of something beautiful. I rolled down my window.  I was prepared to liberate myself by shouting like the poet Lorca, “I would like to crush a hummingbird of love between your teeth.” Just as the words were tipped in my mouth, this dark stranger rammed a finger up his nose and began to root around. I rolled my window back up and drove away.

At times, it feels like even my wildest dreams are ugly and common. Sometimes silence is best.


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Physical exhaustion + creative bursts + crash deadline + keeping martian hours = very tired / semi-delirious silly 5am. Need Focus + Rockstar
Have a good one!

Raspberry and Mint Mojito

7   small mint leaves, plus extra to garnish
7   raspberries, plus extra to garnish
½   lime
1 tsp   sugar syrup (see note)
40 ml   medium-bodied rum, such as Mount Gay
To serve:   soda water, chilled

1 In a tumbler, add mint, raspberries, lime and sugar syrup and muddle gently.
2 Fill with crushed ice, add rum and give the whole thing a good stir, lifting the mint up from the bottom and through the drink.
3 Top with soda water and garnish with mint and a raspberry.

Note For sugar syrup, combine equal parts sugar and water, bring to the boil, then cool completely and refrigerate for up to a year.
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Give Me Your Dark

I have never been good at small talk. I go to suburban parties and feel out of place. I feign interest. I stifle a yawn. I want to ask you to tell me dirty things about your sex life. I want to argue with you about the existence of God. Instead, you smile with chemically whitened teeth and pass me a tray of appetizers. I’m not interested in where you purchased the smoked gouda. I want you to put down your platter of cheese, pick up your shirt, and show me your scars. How else am I suppose to learn about the world if not by the map of your body, the tight fist of your skin? Clothing is just a pretty camouflage.


I want to feel things. I want to know things by proximity, by the way something bends or resists against the palming of my hand. I want to lean my head to your mouth and feel your words hot on my collar. I want your whispered breath rotten in my ear. Tell me your secrets.


I have Celtic blood that makes me certain I was a sin-eater in another lifetime, or maybe I was the goddess Tiazolteotl, purveyor of filth and lust.


I am not offering you absolution here or now. What I want is certain and more selfish. I want to know that you feel as much as I do, that you too have carried hurt like a belly full of stones.


So, can we just bypass the small talk? I want every single one of you to just give me your dark. I want access to the things that make you sweat in the silence of your night time.


I need to know if your fear, love, and joy is anything like mine.

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