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Name: Frances
State: Tennessee
Birthday: 3/24/1920
Gender: Female
Interests: Um.. music (a lot of classic rock, original punk, early 90's rock, a few of todays bands), creating things.. pictures.. vampires.. BLOOD.. biting.. hippies.. drawing.. smoking.. coffee.. rock history (no, not the history of rocks).. peace.. poetry.. playing guitar.. writing shitty songs.. Bert McCracken.. looking at Brody Dalle and Marilyn Manson.. Charles Manson.. Chucky.. NIRVANA, John Lennon, the Beatles, the Doors, The Used and the Distillers above all other bands.. being bisexual, having a gay best friend.. ugly people.. thinking to a limit.. being so cold that I can't feel anything.. playing around with my image.. lipstick.. sitting in peace, looking at my music wall.. holding hands and making out.. cutting anything that will produce blood.. death.. being fucking nuts.. knives/sharp objects.. guns and bleeding.
Expertise: Things I hate are people who hate homosexuals (if you are one of them, FUCK YOU and NEVER return), macho people, children, my dad, judgement, liars, the way I look, sex obsessions, having low self esteem, Courtney Love (just because I like Hole, doesn't mean I have to like her), YOUR STUPID PRESIDENT GEORGE W. BUSH, being hit on, politics, people who try to be gangsters/something don't really want to be, religion/people who tell me that God or the Devil is real.. fuck them all, school, money/greed, war and people all together.
Occupation: Artist
Message: message me
AIM:  If you want my SN, fuck off and leave a comment
Member Since:
12/11/2003
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| To clear things up for those confused about my NEW XANGA it's
The_Retard_Girl
Ryan didn't put the dashes in there when he promoted himself in the
last post because he was just so overwhelmed from me seducing him. Ha
ha.
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| hey everyone, this is ashleys best friend (besides jefferey). I dont think ne one looks at this ne more which sux cause i had to suduce ashley for this password. but no harm done. everyone check out my sites www.xanga.com/iusedtosleepthere and my bands xanga www.xanga.com/PleadingSilence . O and join our blogring Pleading Silence. well, ill ttyl and go to ashleys new xanga here and dont ever visit this one again. | | |
| Okay.. I made a new xanga. A new start maybe. I've had this one forever.
Click here to go to my new xanga.
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| Hello.
Dumb, short weekend. Nothing to even post about, really.
People just aren't making my self esteem improve. Assholes. But I guess
it's all true. Whatever... what goes around comes around.
I want my life to settle down. I'm not at ease right now and I don't
know why. Ever since Jason left, I've felt uncomfortable. I hate not
having someone to have here. People liking me isn't the problem. It's
me not liking them that itches me sometimes. Even a little bit. I guess
men have just been overruled by the women in my world. I'm bored with
boyfriends.. but I can't just run off and think that finding a
girlfriend would solve my problems either. I don't even know what I
want to do with myself for the next 2 years. Get a band together, save
some job money, play shows til I am discovered, I guess. I even pay
doubt to that too sometimes.
Maybe I'm just tired. Or maybe I just don't like doing this anymore.
What in the hell am I waiting for? For things to get better? I can't
wait forever. And I wouldn't if I could. It's not like I am waiting to
go see a god or devil or waiting to get a big huge boring job and make
big huge boring dollars. You have no options on Earth. You get a job
and make a lot of money or die slowly. What bullshit. Fuck all of the
'I hate myself' BS. I don't hate me, I hate being here.
I don't care.
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| "You're the reason I feel pain"
Who am I? Where the fuck did I go? I've become such a cruel bitch
lately and I don't like it. I used to be so nice, quiet and careful.
Now I'm mean, too open and careless. People just piss me off so much
that it makes me feel like death. How much more am I going to take
before I blackout and stab someone?
Old new song from my head and emotion box.
"Words on wall"
You sit still, staring at the wall
Nothing that is yours to call
How did you get so old?
You let yourself go..
All the words on the wall
meant nothing after all
You tried to read words that could not be spelled
There is nothing left but burning guilt
Ignorance lingers on your breath
You stare into the light
Come on girl, do what's best
All the words on the wall
meant nothing after all
You can't leave me
Stay, help please
Just sit down and drink the milk
Watch my blood turn into silk
All the words on the wall
meant nothing after all
All the words...
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