About this user
-Fighter. Lover. Believer. Genius. Writer. Painter. Artist. Creator. Aesthetic & Brilliant. Benevolent. Bisexual. Interchanging & Ambitious. Graceful. {Pacifist.} Liberated / Confined Spirit. Gifted, Giving. Selfless. Prudent. Poet. Speaker & Life-Preserver. I'm 15 but, my being is aged much farther, with both progression + retrogression. My name's Tranetta, I go by Charlie, Netta, Blondie or what have you. Everything I do, consists of deciphering some perplexing arcane code within the eras of time & the universe. I ponder too much, and love with such zeal + passion that it's a oddity. I have a thirst for knowledge + wisdom that is insatiable. I have my own convictions, my own conclusions about this life on earth, along with my own path of walking down the neon yellow curb. I don't judge or ridicule others because their belief's differentiate from mines, because to others (or even myself,) they may be considered blind, unorthodox or utterly preposterous. I know I don't have that particular right or ability to know what's correct & what's wrong. What can be declared gainsay, and what is positive pure truth. I ask you not to let ignorance, conniption or something of the ilk plague you in some moment with you're deciding to criticize & judge harshly. I have ideas & forms flowing freely in my mind on a daily basis, so I end up taking notes anywhere, anyplace, anytime of dawn & day. I usually have a: [+, =, -] sign somewhere on my hand or body & sayings like "Make Trade Fair," "Love is Love," or promoting some type of river I believe in.
I cherish and adore the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Coldplay, John Frusciante, Chris Martin, Josh Klinghoffer + a few others. I love art (in all it's brilliant forms,) streets, amber orange rays from the sun, emerald jades of grass and nature's creatures along with the worlds many entities fascinate me. If you don't see me outside walking barefoot in the middle of the road, looking into the atmosphere, you're bound to see me writing, reading, painting, or singing some type of lyric. I express myself in all my endeavors + like most humans, I have dreams I yearn to turn into fabrics of fragile molded/shaped reality. Some fabrics may be tattered, woven, new or freshly mended & sewn, but they are my desires. They are built on solid foundations, steady ground, I rarely do anything without contemplating how my actions & wants may affect someone else in my sphere, or some being close to me. If you wish to know more, please ask. I'll reply, if I'm not in some reverie lost defying gravity in the realms of the futuristic. Remember to get {lost!} but not lose place or balance, Please know. Everyone out here has their own {Chris Martin.} Just find him/her.
I always end up writing or fabricating some type of poem, song or emotion onto paper + putting it into physical form. It's a daily thing in my time. I either end up writing it on the windows, the walls, the dresser anything that I can capture the essence of the water running through my fingers & hands. Working on becoming a vegetarian, but it's a process. :] All I know is, I have a desire to contribute to every living thing, to give endlessly to humanity so I can change the world and help it ascend.
Interests
Red Hot Chili Peppers. Belly Dancing. Yoga. Painting. Glass Molding. The Echelon. Art. Poetry. Government. Political Science. Classical Studies. The Universe. Coldplay. Thunderstorms. Snow. Rain. Sunset. Midnight. River Phoenix. Johnny Fru. Josh Klinghoffer. Ataxia.The Bicycle Thief. Last Days. Nirvana. Kurt Cobain. Sleeping. Painting. Writing Songs. Making Poems. Reading Books. Latin. Playing My Keyboard, Aphelion, Perihelion. Phases of the Universe.
