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| User: | rubylou_presley (5392384) Rebel without a PhD
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| Name: | Ruby Lou Presley | |||||
| Location: | London, United Kingdom | |||||
| Birthdate: | 1982 | |||||
| E-mail: | ruby_lou_presley@yahoo.co.uk | |||||
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| Bio: | "There is a world, behind these eyelid shaped theatre curtains, drawn and closed: Backstage is beautiful. For me and I, we are an A-Team. We play, imagination is playground. Words are paint. These lines, bound paper, a stolen canvas. We tour. We rock. In our world, there is rocking. We like to sing in the shower. Sometimes we have our moods. And we have sometimes, disturbing dreams about our moods. We like to read books called "Memoirs of my lover" and books about beatniks, bums, down and outs and drop outs. And also books beginning with the letter 'C'; 'choke', 'crash', 'catch-22', 'catcher in the rye', 'c**t'. We raise our eyebrows when our till balance, as it invariably goes in marks and spencers', comes to '£6.66 please.' We sweat a little. And we worry that one of us will become schizophrenic from touching the receipt. We never make that much of it until it happens again. We both feel millenial angst in our hearts. The zero years. The return to zero. The negation of nothing. We sing like Morrisey in the shower as we shampoo our hair mango: 'Sweetness... sweetness I was only joking...' la.la.la. We like the comfort and security of bloodstained sheets and jeans. Sometimes we wear our hair like Elvis, pinned up like the King, jet black. We have blue eyes, rare. We would like to look like Birgette Bardot, all smouldering sexy and chic. But we know in our heart of hearts, that we will always look like Pugsley, son of Gomez, Addams. We sometimes listen to Sean Paul if he's on the radio whilst the car is moving, we like the song he did with the stripper/porn star Blu Cantrell. Sometimes we sleep naked because we always wake up warmer. We wear the same things everyday however much we buy from H&M or Primark because they're so cheap. We like our jeans with our boxer shorts. We like our feet in Campers. We are both very much looking forward to wearing flip flops this summer. We want to fly to Brighton in a hot blue T-Bird after summer oh six is over. We have tattoos. We forget we have them somedays. Right now we'd like to just sit behind a window and just stare out forever. For the next six months at least. The last six months have left us feeling as disillusioned as ever. We are rolling up our jeans like cigarettes. We think that life is like a tightrope, one false move, and you're at the start again. We feel like we're trapped in a waiting room and all of the other people have the best magazines." 'Lonely Hearts.' rubylou_presley, 2006 "If I know what love is, It is because of you. " Herman Hesse  Birthday Poem Here is a catherine wheel lit. We are in an old bath turned upside down And the sea turtles have taken time out from surfing to put on a fireworks display to reflect in your eyes, bright lights night-time, ocean illuminating fireworks. The first is like a God using flash photography, the last, a stunt, a tortoise triangle, they form a pyramid and surf. And they turn, backs to us Across their shells 'Bon anniversaire' A sea turtle out of formation hands you sweet popcorn (its coral popcorn but tastes no different and because of the lasting burning embers of fireworks sparkling in the midnight time sky you didn't notice that its pink). And then The sky draws its curtains dark And the words... 'This is based upon a wish' ...Appear across the moon And you are the silver screen Your smile, your bright eyes, deep and dreamy and cloudless. Your words play against a sea-turtle playing an electric, another playing bass (sea-turtles, when in groups, line up biggest to smallest to form a glockenspeil) And a very many wonderful of sounds your words begins ends and starts all over somewhere in the middle around the edges of an unpturned bath tub whilst the moon is touched by a projector by a reel of film About a wonder About an amazing About a very beautiful, magical day, And so, ...A dragonfly in goggles and protective wing shields delivers a letter to you like a kiss from an Angel. (rubylou_presley, 2007)  "The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colourless, shallow water appears to bethe colour of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of this scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into sky, is a deeper, dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of places where you can see for miles, the blue of distance. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distance, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much of which is in the colour blue" 'A Field Guide to Getting Lost' Rebecca Solnit She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket. Raymond Chandler | |||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||
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| Account type: | Plus Account | |||||
