dreads shinya onna Not everyone with dreads is a hippy 000816 ... jestification want em need em crave em adore em had em lost em representative of life... rays. shining light of souls from the keepers. locking. ticking tocking. cover me. rite of passage. cut em grow again. cover me once more. over and over and over.............................................. 011205 ... redfox never in my childhood thoughts,did i dream that my soul would take, one of many, form as long red clumps of hair. flowing like a fire of energy from my head. or did i? 030315 ... paINflames Gian got em 031009 ... tekila sunrise "My life as a Chameleon" I don't know who I am. I am whoever you want me to be. I feel like I'm a million different people, each attached from behind to the end of our own separate piece of string, all are tied together, all knotted and intertwined in a chaotic, tangled mess. We are completely unaware of each other, we only know that we are being constantly pulled backward by some infinite, uncontrollable force. It is quite disconcerting to discover for the first time that you are not in complete control of you own world. "I have no control and it's killing me." Consumed by the belief of an indispensable need for control, I wanted to be strong. I bought into my own unrealistic ideals. Nothing could match such perfection. If you say it enough times, any word can seem perverse. If you think it enough times, any thought can seem like reality. "You say you want perfection, I see your self-destruction." My strength is my deception. Lord know I'm weak. I know now what perfection really is: it's the endless pursuit of the unattainable. The end is achieved when the idea of achievement is ended. I finally understand that the pandemonium in which I live my life is perfectly fine. I am myself, but not alone. I am myself in that I am a little piece of every one of you, all tied into my mad, mad world. All meshed and dreaded together, we make a strong, interlocked community, like beautifully dreadlocked hair. There is nothing we can't withstand. 040318 ... tekila sunrise "My life as a Chameleon" I don't know who I am. I am whoever you want me to be. I feel like I'm a million different people, each attached from behind to the end of our own separate piece of string, all are tied together, all knotted and intertwined in a chaotic, tangled mess. We are completely unaware of each other, we only know that we are being constantly pulled backward by some infinite, uncontrollable force. It is quite disconcerting to discover for the first time that you are not in complete control of you own world. "I have no control and it's killing me." Consumed by the belief of an indispensable need for control, I wanted to be strong. I bought into my own unrealistic ideals. Nothing could match such perfection. If you say it enough times, any word can seem perverse. If you think it enough times, any thought can seem like reality. "You say you want perfection, I see your self-destruction." My strength is my deception. Lord know I'm weak. I know now what perfection really is: it's the endless pursuit of the unattainable. The end is achieved when the idea of achievement is ended. I finally understand that the pandemonium in which I live my life is perfectly fine. I am myself, but not alone. I am myself in that I am a little piece of every one of you, all tied into my mad, mad world. All meshed and dreaded together, we make a strong, interlocked community, like beautifully dreadlocked hair. There is nothing we can't withstand. 040318 ... sab happy spunky dreads twisty neon orange happiness fire cthulu with silver rings. 040318 ... kait i have the worst fetish for dreadlocks. strange. i know. 040926 ... flowerock After talking about the ones I used to have last night and enjoying the lone_dread I recently adopted, the mechanic at work shows up with a freshly dreaded head, and I instantly find every reason to redread my head... and every reason not to... I want to be attractive to my lover but I love how they feel on my head... are they too much work or with the time, it's a mindful_meditation keeping them alive. Maybe keep front bang type hair and dread the rest? Or just leave it alone... 150128 what's it to you? who go blather from