Who Are You

Who are you?

 Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my asparagus?

"Who you are and who you're meant to be, speak his name though you where borne to me, borne to me Cassidy" from Cassidy by The Grateful Dead

ho em i that is a good question for im not shour my self but what i do now is that i love rain and moutains and people i do know hoo i em im me for if i was not i would be no one

       ~Thomas-stewart~ (that has nuthing to do with this page does it?) 

I am.

Just be. Just ride the horse, you know? don't contemplate the act of being at riding the horse, that's like trying to ride one horse on top of another. Just be, yeah.....

I am sad.

Who am i?........ I am batman!

let me ask you a question. who are YOU?

• You. *grin*

I'm StuporMan!

Check this one out. RuthStewart. Thats me.

Bond. James Bond.

ThatsNotMeDamnit

• Yes, but not who you aren't, who you are.

Who am I? I'm Jean Valjean!

 And I am Javert!
 Do not forget my name!
 Do not forget me!
 24601!

my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father, prepare to die. Prepare to live your last five minutes. Whom would you call? Nobody. Who are you? Are you nobody too?

"Who am I? Who am I? That's a pretty big question. I mean, think about it. Who are you? Can you answer in five words are less? I can't..... I’m the type of girl that will dance for hours in the grocery store or the Laundromat and find beauty in the sound the quarters make as they swish around against the metal of the washer because you forgot to take them out of your pockets just like you forgot to take me out of your pockets but I’m also the type of girl that will seize every bit of your energy and pull you down." ~beginning of an essay entitled Who Am I...email me for the rest. ~Jasmine roo at hoosierlink.net

"I'm the candy master!" "I'm sure." "You're the ass-master." "I'm TV's Patrick Duffy!" "I'm new in town!" "I'm Barbara Streisand!" "You ain't Fiona Apple, and if you ain't Fiona Apple I don't give a rat's ass!" - from the South Park parody of Titanic

"God, I'm a dancer! A dancer dances... Give me somebody to dance with..."

"Who am I anyway? Am I my resume?"

• No. Please no. Don't reduce yourself to a piece of paper that shows a potential employer how you are qualified for a job.

If you are a resume, then are you as disposable, to your community, as a piece of paper?

You're a dancer? I'm a dancer. I am the only dancer I know.

 if we were our bodies
 if we were our futures
 if we were our defenses 
 if we were our culture
 if we were our leaders
 if we were our denials 
 if we were our nametags
 if we were our rejections
 if we were our outcomes 
 if we were our indignities
 if we were our successes
 if we were their condemnations
 if we were their projections
 if we were our paranoias 
 if we were our incomes
 if we were our obsessions
 i'd be joining you...

"I'm an actress! on the stage!..."

And all the world's a stage...

If you accept yourself, others will accept you. Lao Tzu

If you never commit yourself, you never ExpressYourselF and yourself becomes less and less decisive. Anton Chekhov

• I hope Mister Chekhov doesn't mind being linked. ;)

Who are you? You are. Be free.

"Who are you?...

I know who you are. Your cruelty reveals everything..."

Your face reveals everything Your hands reveal everything Your voice reveals everything Your laugh reveals everthing Your touch revells everything.

whoooo are you? who who! who who!

"Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself. (I am large, I contains multitudes)." - Walt Whitman

• hahahahahaha!!!!

I am the zen master. I am Jack's inner peace.

invisible

invisible

invisible

invisible

invisible

invisible

No one is invisible if some one is looking.

CourageToBeNormal

Some one is looking.

What., noun, etc.

Or is it.

I always got those confused. I never needed to learn the forms of nouns and things because I always just knew the laws of english. I never studied it at all, and I misuse it all the time to be on purpose, like Other People. Funny how much we try to be like Other People. Ack. Now I'm writing about how...anyway. This wiki thing is really addictive, yo. I spend soooo much time on here trying to- trying to what. To figure me out. How trivial. How silly. How- no one else spends time trying to decipher their inner workings, Kim! Whatever are you doing. And stop. And how. There used to be a Place, where they had little cars and roads and a shop and post office and other places, for kids, and I thought how awesome if it were real. I remembre very much wanting to make my Own Place, like the real world but smaller. And better. I remembre being so confused that adults thought it was good enough, the fake little play place that they made for us. I've always wanted things to be realler. I hate this world sometimes because it doesn't seem real enough. I want it to be real. More more real. Dammit. Nothing's real. And I can almost talk myself into it~ no need to eat, or sleep, preserve other people's notions of reality for as long as possible, but secretly you are above it all.

I wish I were brave.

I am in love. And I am happy. And I am scared. And I am probably going to go insane at some point, like all composers do. I am a "violin girl". And I know who I am and what I am doing. I love to love people. All you need is love. Really. :)

I don't want to go to sleep. I don't want to stop. i don't want you to tell me to be coherent with your oh-so-expressive-shoulder-blades, I want you to look at my eyes. I want you to not turn away.

Come back.