deliriousgirl

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deliriousgirl
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deliriousgirl 
Joined
Nov 2007

“What is life but being conscious? And good and evil are manifestations of consciousness. If you reject one, you’re not getting the whole thing that’s there to be had.”

~ Jerry Garcia, A Long Strange Trip, by Dennis McNally

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I’m a sultry Southern siren, love art and artists and the very few unique and original individuals who roam this earth.

I’m primarily a writer (when not being ground to dust by the daytime gig in academia) but do a little photography now and then. The words in my brain just burn to be let out – while as of late I tend to be too impatient with the slow processes and technical details of photography.

Got my start over 20 years ago as an editor of a small-town Southern newspaper – there were only 3 on our staff and I had to learn to do everything. I also have a motley collection of older Nikons and Canons and Leicas, I’ve just the past couple of years begun to get into digital.

I love intensity—in images, in prose content, and in words in general.

Newsflash I know we’re all visual creatures—but, come on, read the stories, too!

BE THERE OR BE SQUARE

Journal Entries

WHAT A FINE YOUNG CANNIBAL HE IS!!!

Posted about 10 hours ago, 2 comments so far.

EXQUISITE WORDSMITHERY!!!!

Posted about 22 hours ago, 3 comments so far.

THE MOST EXCITING THING I'VE SEEN LATELY!

Posted about 23 hours ago, 8 comments so far.

MIND BENDING, PHENOMENAL WORK!!!

Posted 3 days ago, 5 comments so far.

The Amazing RB Video featuring Mucsular Teeth

Posted 3 days ago, 13 comments so far.

REQUIEM FOR A FRIEND

Posted 25 days ago, 14 comments so far.

C'MON, GO SHOPPING WITH JEN!!!

Posted 28 days ago, 37 comments so far.

The Amazing RB Video!

Posted about 1 month ago, 4 comments so far.

jen rants

Posted about 1 month ago, 21 comments so far.

A SIMPLE PLAN

Posted 2 months ago, 14 comments so far.

Writings

OF DARKNESS AND DIRGES

He keeps me bound by shadows, as if to risk the light would mean certain death, the crisply curling, smoking limbs of no-longer-mortal flesh frying in the sunlight.

My Acrophobia

He looked like he did in the baby pictures I’d seen of him, so damned much like a lost and unloved little boy.

THE MOONING

I glanced at myself in the mirror, aware of the inescapable irony of counseling others when my own life was in such a mess.

Soul Shopping

Writing requires being alone for many hours and I could always tell when I was getting lonely. I would make dates on the spur of the moment and then regret them when the time came. I called old bo…

THE CHAIR AFFAIR

I needed to get her attention so I reached for the stuffed monkey that hung from her bookshelf and stapled its head into the cushioned cubicle wall.

Broken Hearts Are For Assholes

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Watchlist

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