Member: Shanz

Shanz I jumped into the dark abyss... but it only came up to my knees!

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Member: Shanz

age: 34 (Jul 16, 1977)

MEMBER SINCE: April 2010

occupation: Yoga Instructor by night and steel yard worker by day. Starving artist around the clock!

sign: Cancer...and I am very cancerish.

body mods: A few tattoos and not much else.

i lost my virginity: ....and I could have sworn I left it in the fridge with the other condiments...

makes me sad: Yard work, Hitting animals with my car, politics, people hurting,

makes me happy: My puppy! Yoga! Warm blankets on cold days, Hard music and good dancing, chocolate(anytime)

fantasy: So there you where in a giant chicken costume...and I get to chase you through the mall with a giant turkey baster...

gets me hot: Ok its time I put this out there to the universe...I have a crazy leg warmer fetish. It must have some origin to my childhood in the 80s. Not sure. But there it is!

into: Concerts, Individual thought, spirituality, Tattoos n piercings, Art in just about all of its forms, Human expression in general, I like me the people zoo, Psychology & Sociology, Life experiences, Traveling to new places and partying with the locals, Good conversation over warm tea, A bit of reckless vandalism against the establishment, Anything that stirs creativity, Sexuality and expressions thereof.

crush: Chocolate Ice cream and bananas while eating porn..or vice versa .

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APRIL 1, 2011 @ 06:19 PM | NO COMMENTS


My heart broke. When did we fall from grace? How long has it been? Did humanity ever really have it? I was speaking with my friend at the mall today. I noticed a man walking. He was in his late 60s at least. He wore brown slacks, a brown suitcoat tucked into a sport jacket of some kind. His face was awash with grey beard. He hunched as he moved through the crowd. His walk looked as if it caused him pain. The man carried a plastic bag, many things buldged from within. A knit cap topped his head. As he walked a pained expression worn on his face. He spoke to himself softly. He was followed by a group of jeering kids. He was homless.

That wasent the strange thing. He was invisible. I looked all around. No one even noticed him. Not even a glance. How must it feel...to live a life and experence all its wonders and pittfalls, to watch all those you love pass from this earth and then to simply be forgotten by a whole world. Not just forgotten but avoided and rejected. Not a kind smile or gaze from anyone. A whole crowd of people. Not a face with even a consoling word or look. Nothing.

All I could do is stand there and think how I just spent $400 on a pair of boots. That thrift could have bought him and others so much more. When did we all become numb to eachother? I cant rememer. Why is this behavior so acceptable? We almost breed apathy now.

My heart breaks for that poor invisible man. My heart breaks for humanity...because we make ourselves just as invisible. Most of all my heart breaks for myself...because I just kept walking
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