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The Artist Known as
:Sullen: aka “Misty” :Born in: Los Angeles, Calif. :Writing since: 1998 :Performing since: 2001 :Performed at: ACUI National slam competition 2006 :Feat. with: Saul Williams, Erykah Badu, The Dallas Slam Team, Neva Dug Disco :Published in: Frisco Styles (dist. 52,000), Force's 2005 (Art), Force's 2006 (Poetry) :Influences: :Poetry: Saul Williams, Rumi, Ann Waldman :Music: “Everything but Country” :Visual art: Michele Dyer, Dali, Banksy :Personal: Lyrical Instrumentalist, Ms Morgan, Helene Cohen- Gilbert, my mom :Quotes: :From, “I have loved you”: “I have loved you with an intensity that creates black holes.” “I am a circle, and you fill me with color.” :From, “She lives in coffee stains”: “Isis flirts with Amaunet Hathor arm in arm with Pan Dance their merry ballet To Egyptian Green rock.” :Contact: sullenmisty@gmail.com Profile by Stephen C. Webster www.stephencwebster.com
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The Misty Saga
Misty's Going Away Party
Tue, December 2, 2008 - 11:35 AM
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December 19th 9pm-1am Tomo Sushi & Bar 2205 N Central Expy Plano, TX 75075-2500 (972) 578-0981 Music hosted by: Tape Mastah Steph and Molekular 
Tell us a little about your background?
Fri, June 6, 2008 - 12:45 PM
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I was home schooled. I graduated with my degree in American Sign Language Interpreting. I have a younger sister named Arielle. I have two cats named Bud and Aminita. I have two Sugar Gliders named Alpha and Omega. How old are you? Where are you from? Where do you live now? I’m 26 years old, I’m from California, but grew up and live in Texas. What else do you do besides poetry? I am an Artist. I use many different Mediums in my art.... read more 
Shifts of light dance in mind’s eye
Tue, April 29, 2008 - 9:57 AM
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Sweet as honeycombs, without the bees Nothing stings He wishes to please Every breath of air is taken consciously Steadily and with purpose He holds his stance Cheeks flushed or is that a blush? He doesn’t know his strength Maybe he does, but is too humble to admit Who knew you were hiding there? Kept until I found the shine in your eyes Light has always been my guide Death made us strong All the gods look down admiring Waiting for... read more 
The Road to Morocco!
Mon, April 28, 2008 - 2:47 PM
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Join us in Imaginal Morocco! Located in the Eighth Climate, our next event will be a veritable Temporary Autonomous Zone of Moroccan splendor. Let the sights, sounds, smells and tastes seduce your senses This event is for RAB friends only. We are only spreading invitations via word-of-mouth. Before the heat of the summer sets in, take a trip back in time with the Reality Abatement Bureau as we present the Moroccan Mad Hatter's Tea Party & Feast on Saturday, Ma... read more 
Searching the color of lights
Fri, April 25, 2008 - 11:58 AM
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Lost in caves of lyrics Starring at graves of memories Wrapped in silken promises Bared of kisses Exposed of breath Exposed of breath A sheath of divinity Poised Stretching out over black roses Metaphors of soft sorrow Enclosed in a solemn smile Etched in lines on eyes that seal tears Never to be wept again The weeping child within Is sleeping Because I found your arms 
Para mi, para mi,
Thu, April 24, 2008 - 8:47 AM
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La estrallas son para mi Para mi, para mi, La Luna son para mi Mi amor, mi amor, Tu eres para mi, son para mi Para que? Para que? Oui Mundo!, Oui Mundo! Mi Corazon es la leguna, Y tu eres el sol Oui Mundo!, Oui Mundo! 
I’ve been at work all day (but we won’t go in to detail for fear of loosing my (if there is anyone?) audience.) I’ve been listening to this French Net-Radio since David sent me the link two days ago. I love this station. It’s got world music with the announcer speaking in French.
Tue, April 8, 2008 - 7:38 AM
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I only have a few words and phrases memorized so far in French. It’s a bit hard, because I don’t have anyone to practice with. I just try to read over my flash cards before bed every night to get familiar with th... read more 
“Does it matter how big the pen is?”
Fri, March 21, 2008 - 9:55 AM
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“Just as long as the pen writes…” I neeeed to write. I neeeeed to write about molecules and atoms About how fucked up people’s intentions are Intentions that may seem innocent Manipulating the only thing I held dear Follow, follow the yellow brick road he is told And he does… He began to make signs in the air. He was worshiping words Spoken in tongue A tongue of no words Just moving his arms expressing his mood I’d seen him thi... read more 
You are in love with the idea of me
Fri, March 21, 2008 - 9:45 AM
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But not in love with me Because if you felt the way you say you do I wouldn't have to ask you to commit You would want too.... So goodbye, I am off Maybe we will meet again Maybe we'll bump into each other some day Me with a baby on my hip Poetry pouring out my mouth A great guy by my side Maybe you'll see my art while walking in gallery halls You and your spontaneity Insanity, but you're comfortable in it Never really wanting re... read more 
I love you with an intensity that creates black holes
Fri, March 21, 2008 - 9:28 AM
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I have loved you with a passion so intense, flowers bloom Look around you I have made things vivid Ardor this splendor But do not choose to disregard it Or you will discover your sink hole My love peters out Like sandstone crushed in a hand Spraying a mist that stings eyes I, am that That stings eyes Eyes that sting Close them, open them My image prevails I I am 
See cuz our love died like the dinosaurs
Wed, March 19, 2008 - 10:54 AM
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Our love died like his pet cat Striker Our love died like an avalanche on a hiker When we first met you had such charm But when I held yer hand it broke off yer arm I loved your soft squishy rottin’ face And the way yer flesh drops all over the place You bit into my head I thought I would be dead But woke a zombie instead. See cuz our love died like the dinosaurs Our love died like his pet cat Striker Our love died like an avalanche on a ... read more 
She lives in coffee stains
Wed, March 19, 2008 - 9:05 AM
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She picks brains Intertwined with hearts burning blue And passions fulfilled in ink Wispy, boundless, in the vein of butterflies Yet grounded like a silk worm Weaving webs soft to touch, and Stroke Akin to a cat Sassy yet tolerable She breathes in rotten eggs But manages to breathe out conscious acceptance Tooth picking out the inhospitable In search of truth Many doors have been locked Leaving behind only a chalk drawi... read more
My Tribes
9th Ward Wierdos,
Burning Man,
Burning Bikes,
burning flipside in austin,
d/fw fire,
DFW,
DFW Burners,
Glitch-Hop,
Know A Stranger,
Lick and Suck Saloon,
Mask Magic,
Myschievia,
New Orleans,
New Orleans Art,
New Orleans Burners,
New Orleans Fringe,
Puppetry,
Random Acts of Art (RAA) Dallas,
TexanBurners,
WTUL New Orleans,
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