Tendril’s Hedonism

Hedonism (as defined by The American Heritage dictionary)

1. pursuit or devotion to pleasure
2. the ethical doctrine that only what is pleasant is intrinsically good

So here it is, my soul, bared. Maybe that’s a bit melodramatic. Fuck it. Melodrama is a good base for a web page anyway. I’m not yet entirely sure what I plan on writing on this psuedo-page but undoubtedly it will be hectic and disassociated, over analytical, egotistical, and grammatically incorrect. A Link area is a must and takes up space that I haven’t any idea how to fill otherwise. So look around, there’s a link area somewhere on this page. I also keep a diary (I just started it really) at DiaryLand. It’s called, you guessed it, Tendrils Hedonism, only it’s slightly different from this page in that it’s a diary and this isn’t. That’s so clever.

Some links that get me by Nerve is one of my favorite websites to date, I adore it The misanthropic bitch, I think I might be the exact type of woman that she hates and that excites me. Not to say that I don’t adore her page, because I do, a lot. This has got to be the most disgusting thing that I have ever seen in my life. Okay, not really, but it comes damn close. The name says it all, The Stinky Meat Project. The commentary is what kills me, the pictures are just wretched. Eventually I’ll have a collection of my personal essays linked from here. Some of my essays are about my homoerotic crushes on most of my girlfriends, there are a lot more but if I can’t be bothered to put them up yet then what makes you think that I have the motivation to finish typing them up here? I collect quotes and I’d like to think that I live by the words of some of them, but I don’t. Never-the-less I collect them so I might as well put them up somewhere. Hence the birth of my Quintessential Quote Page

This is me, Tendril, sticking my tongue out and participating in general silliness. I got this name way back in the 10^th grade, from a friend. We were reading poetry by E.E. Cummings and came upon a poem, I don’t think it has a name. The poem goes something like this, actually the poem goes exactly like this: luminous tendril of celestial wish (whying diminutive bright deathlessness to these my not themselves believing eyes adventuring,enormous nowhere from) querying affirmation;virginal immediacy of precision:more and perfectly more most ethereal silence through twilight’s mystery made flesh – dreamslender exquisite white firstful flame - new moon!as(by the miracle of your sweet innocence refuted)clumsy some dull cowardice called a world vanishes, teach disappearing also me the keen illimitable secret of begin - e.e. cummings