I am a movie buff. A good horror is my fav...Dracula, Psycho, The Ring, Jacob's Ladder, Alien, The Haunting, Rosemary's Baby...and then there's just my love for a good film...The Night of the Hunter, Pan's Labyrinth, The Others, Shutter Island, Inception, What Dreams May Come, Night Must Fall,The Curse of the Cat People, Annie Hall, French Lieutenant's Woman, Legend, The English Patient, Whistle Down the Wind, A Hard Day's Night, Nightmare Before Christmas, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Atonement, Solaris, Practical Magic, Wild Strawberries, Stage Fright, Vertigo, A Spiral Staircase, Rebecca, Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland, A Tale of Two Sisters...
Music
Music is my life. Music becomes me...Rock, Metal, Rap, Goth, Punk, World, Classical, Celtic, Blues, Folk, Industrial Noise...
BOOKS
Paul Simon wrote "I have my books and my poetry to protect me" for the song I am a Rock. I am a Rock. MY BOOKS and the wondrous adventures therein are my life's blood. A bit of a bibliophile. My fav book is Alice's Adventures in Wonderland...Shakespeare, Poe, Shirley Jackson, Aldous Huxley, Henry James, Hawthorne, Emily Dickenson, Plath, Woolf, Anne Sexton, The Brontes, Stanislaw Lem, Kafka, Nietzsche, Kierkegaard, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Thoreau, Emerson, Lord Byron, Keats, Shelley, Donne, Rumi, Kahlil Gibran, Lewis Carroll, Rimbaud, Wilde, Milton, Dante, Blake and a cast of thousands.
HOBBIES
reading, writing, dancing, singing, making merry/mischief, watching the skies, drawing down the moon...
VIDEOS
MY BUCKET LIST
To visit Mother Ireland also Scotland, England, France (Kiss in Paris Rain), Italy (Dance[naked] in Trevi Fountain), Germany and Greece...ah, yes, one can dream...
Ce que l'homme redoute le plus, c'est ce qui lui convient...
One of a kind, edgy, polymorphously perverse student of the human mind...I am who I am, I am an Artist, a free thinking free spirit. I am BLUE...wait a minute...I also have a profile called Hanna where I embrace my "light side." I believe we are made of both light and shadow...
I’ve never known this feeling
There are angels on the ceiling
Wondrous sounds around me reeling
The Prophet is kneeling
To all my senses appealing
The inner light revealing
ancient writings on the wall
I crawl
Out of the darkness
Into the Hall
0f Old dead poets
And philosophers
A grasshopper
A wide-eyed, curious girl
Budding, blushing innocent
A figment
Of all things imagined
In the chasm
Of nine, nightmarish years spent
Chained to the furnace
In the Devil’s basement
I repent!
I’ve spent my life
Through a grey lens
Wondering what it all meant
Mind bent
I rent my pathetic soul
For a reasonable doubt
Shouting obscenities
At disembodied entities
Fighting for space to get out...