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I'm not a one trick pony, so why are you still rid

Thu Mar 18, 2004, 11:30 PM
Beyond the walls that hold us here, my skies will stretch forever.
Two weekends ago Fern's father passed away. I have bereft since. Jorge was an amazing father and he was my friend for the past 5 years.
I feel listless, kind of like a limp fettucine noodle unable to take shape. I don't want to be your baby girl. Don't try to take care of me, I just want to be whats best for me. Dancing under my sun.

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  • Current Residence: ATX
  • Interests: Creating collages and wax displays, writing prose, executing wild dervishes in candle light.
  • Favourite movie: Dangerous Beauty and Full Metal Jacket
  • Favourite band or musician: Poe
  • Favourite genre of music: Music that allows me to play different parts.
  • Favourite artist: Salvador Dali
  • Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath and Francesca Lia Block
  • Favourite photographer: Blair Dietering
  • Favourite game: Myst
  • Favourite cartoon character: Ms Piggy
  • Personal Quote: My fingers weave the web that snares you, trapping you here. In the glittering twilight.
  • Tools of the Trade: pen and paper

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:iconakasleep:
Thank you very much for your comment on my "where are you"! :D

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Thaks very much for FAV in venice :hug:
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Being dubbed the only girl with dignity on sixth street was quite amusing. I traveresed down town amongst the rickety cars and behobbled pavement with my friend Jill. Since I wore my gigantic dominatatrix boots I became the perpetual body guard for unwanted gropings. Viewing all these underaged women flashing dirty unshaved old men with brilliant flashing lights made me sick to my stomache. I had various comebacks to why I wouldn't flash. I said that I was fourteen, hermaprodite, had ambitions to become a senator, considering pursuing a nunnery, and speaking rapid french as to bewilder the spanish speaking population. That part I will admit was quite entertaining because I had the opportunity to play different parts, mayhap I should have been an actress.
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Door to door salesman, trade him your soul for a moment of my time.


I am not a queen of hearts, I just go through stages. I fall in love then complicate it. So why do I feel like a fickle flower searching for a droplet of sun? Unrest is the state of my soul.
The first time I thought it; but I didn't do it. Last time, that's when I think I really blew it. So this time, this time... If I put everything I have into it, eventually I'm going to g et what's good for me. I only wish that knew what that was.
There will be no more picking myself off the floor just because someone tries to bring me down. I can soar if I use my own wings. Real friends turn out to be merely facades. I never thought that Rachel would do that, but she did. Just because she is unhappy in her lot in life does not mean that I have to be as well. I am not condemning my friends I'm just exorbiantly irate at someone who continues to pretend to be something that is false.


==Bekah

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