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An amateur plant lady living on 5 acres in NE Oklahoma and interested in prairie restoration. I have a husband, two kids, three cats, a dog, and 10 chickens. Graduated in 2--6 fom Smith Collge witha BA in Philosophy, since then life has taken it's own path to get where I am today
smyte it to gobettes! and feast thine eyes upon the strange things left from my old LJ

lyrina: you're a freak.
synapsepi: heh why?
lyrina: you're like every thora birch character rolled into one.
synapsepi: haha
synapsepi: really?
lyrina: with some christina ricci and winona thrown in
synapsepi: awsome :-)
lyrina: yep. that's what you are. a thora christin winona character blended drink.

Me: I think i'd make a good q-like person
Lyra: you ARE Q
Lyra:
You should've been Q
You should've been Q

I wandered around
And I finally found
The somebody who
Could make Picard bleu
And make Riker stew

And even be glad
Just to be mad
Yelling at you
You should've been Q!


"Serioulsy, I could see you doing the whole Hannibal Lecter thing"
-Dan

mrericsir: Leave it to Heather to post the scary shit -- and claim it's not weird.

brick_sledge: either the world needs more people like her, or less people wanting more people like her.

joeshadows:I don't passively-aggressively think you're an asshole. I passively-aggressively think you're a Nietzchian Feminist. ;)




a philosopher-is a human being who constantly experiences, sees, hears, suspects, hope, and dreams extraordinary things; who is struck by his own thought as from outside, as from above and below, as by his type of experiences and lightening bolts; who is perhaps himself a storm pregnant with new lightening; a fatal human being around who there are constant rumblings and growling, crevices, and uncanny doings. A philosopher-alas, a being that often runs away from itself, often afraid of itself-but too inquisitive not to “come to” again-always back to himself
- Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil 1886


Odi et amo. Quare id faciam fortasse requiris.
Nescio, sed fieri sentio, et excrucior.

I hate and I love. Perhaps you're asking why I do this?
I don't know, but I feel it happening, and it's torture.

- Gaius Valerius Catullus (ca. 84 BC – ca. 54 BC)

Non fui,
fui, non sum,
non curo
(I was not; I was; I am not; I do not care)
inscribed on the gravestones the followers of Epicurus.