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"I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me nave or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman." Anais Nin


I am a 24 year old Canadian Woman.
I am very outgoing and opinionated.
I am an artist by nature. I draw, paint, sing, dance, write..... I do wish I lived in the days of the 64 Arts. (If you're curious as to what this is, just ask... I love to talk).
I believe in the powers that be.
I want to learn more, all the time.
I am sick of pubescent nonsense (from myself   .
Do you believe in your own power and energy?
I want to become an energy healer.
I have two turtles. They are my babies.
I am a broken person.

Thanks for stopping by!

~ Fate ~\

A Poem by a dear friend about yours truly:

Welcome to the dark side, come on in;
The world of melancholy, the world of Allison.
Where brooding and self pity and sentiment
Breeds with genius and poetry and what's heaven sent.
Thoughtful and sympathetic friend to all.
She can't say no to those who fall.
Amidst the chaos and drudgery and helter skelter
And in her purpose of honorable intent,
This pillar to the needy, this tower of strength.
Takes care of the weak, the meek, the bleak.
Putting aside the tears she excretes.
For later when she cries herself alone to sleep;
Clasping to the dream she secretly keeps.
Under a pillow, an end to this dramatic world
Which has left her wanting , naked , unfurled.
So confusing, this tunnel, so dark, this state.
When does the tunnel of light emancipate?
The answer is in the cup of water she holds in her hand.
Empty the cup and refill it again.
For we are who we are, and she is possession.
She holds things and those dear, a near obsession.
But her fears, as fears are, are largely overblown.
She need not buy cookies, for she can bake them on her own
For she is a teacher, a mother, a listener, a protector;
A searcher, freedom fighter, feeler of life, a vector.
And her biggest obstacle to the melodious path
Is to dump the chump who acts like Oedipus Rex.
For those who need, attract those who are needed.
But this one is special, a soul with a super spell.
Maybe she just needs to get more out of her shell.
Dancing on tables, shaking her booty.
I'd bet in the arena she's known as a cutie patootie.
Out there no pain, no fear, no doubt, every thing's okay.
You'll be okay, Porcelain, come out and play!
Hmm. Don't know. Too early to tell.
but her spirit is strong and her heart is well.
Leave her be and let do her own thing.
And when she calls, he must be ready to sing.
For the befuddled woman with the spirited style.
Will do anything for the one who makes her smile.
Her cynical wit and self-depreciating laughter
Reveal the woman inside of the daughter.
The irony; the queen bee, protecting the nest
loves to be needed, to be told what's best.
For she of deviance against injustice and adversity
Respects the one who owns his own energy.
A curious twist of fate and desire,
least expected by water - - from fire!
But that is the paradox in erotic lore?
In public a princess, in private a whore!
Like the beauty of her, the beauty of Russia,
Is a question, wrapped inside a puzzle, inside an enigma.
And what does one do with someone so cool?
But be inspired to write the poems of a romantic fool.
For a beautiful girl with a beautiful mind
Is a vision to keep yet so hard to find.

May 15, 2002 By Pauly Monkey