 - Last login: 35 hours agoTrancefixcia
- Mvlti svnt vocati, pavci vero electi is a 28 year old single woman from Dallas, Texas, USA.
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I has blog! With attention to detail and an over inquisitive imagination Trancefixcia proclaims herself as a new Gen-Xer with a geriatric personality. However she's never been called this openly in public. Others have regarded her style as "Texas Avant-garde". Which has left her more confused than intrigued. Her open to desire to create is strongly influenced by urban vinyl, graffiti, industrial design, fine art, and various genres of music. Her biggest opposition is the open practice of the 80/20 Rule (Pareto Principle). Which ultimately leads to a lack of effort and desire to finish anything she has started. One day she hopes to live up to the high standards, which her family has set the bar at. Her father is an ex-missileer with a Master's in Engineering and her brother has a PhD. in Genetics. Her ten year plan has been recently upgraded to thirty a year extravaganza.
Trancefixcia has felt that her strongest medium is her ability to use sarcasm and personal experience to confuse
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May 11, 1:56pm
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You Are 66% Misanthropic
Here's the truth: Most people suck. You are just lucky enough to know it.
You're not ready to go live alone in a cave - but you're getting there.
How Misanthropic Are You?
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May 10, 9:42pm
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*The Moth and the Star*
by James Thurber (from "Fables for Our Time")
A young and impressionable moth once set his heart on a certain star. He told his mother about this and she counseled him to set his heart on a bridge lamp instead. "Stars aren't the thing to hang around," she said: "lamps are the thing to hang around." "You get somewhere that way, " said the moth's father. "You don't get anywhere chasing stars." But the moth would not heed the words of either parent. Every evening at dusk when the star came out he would start flying toward it and every morning at dawn he would crawl back home worn out with his vain endeavor. One day his father said to him, "You haven't burned a wing in months, boy, and it looks to me as if you are never going to. All your brothers have been badly burned flying around street lamps and all your sisters have been terribly singed flying around house lamps. Come on, now, get out of here and get yourself scorched! A big strapping moth like you without a mark on him!"
The moth left his father's house, but he would not fly around street lamps and he would not fly around house lamps. He went right on trying to reach the star, which was four and one-third light years, or twenty-five trillion miles away. The moth thought it was just caught in the top branches of an elm. He never did reach the star, but he went right on trying, night after night, and when he was a very, very old moth he began to think that he really had reached the star and he went around saying so. This gave him a deep and lasting pleasure, and he lived to a great old age. His parents and his brothers and his sisters had all been burned to death when they were quite young.
Moral: Who flies afar from the sphere of our sorrow is here today and here tomorrow.
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