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Name: lisa
Country: United States
State: New York
Birthday: 7/19/1984
Gender: Female


Interests: poetry*writing*guitar*doing homework and your mother* shitting my pants before performances
Expertise: i'm in reality a student, but i think myself an artist so i wanted to throw it in somewhere! don't send me forwards
Occupation: Artist


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Member Since: 11/26/2001

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Thursday, June 30, 2005

the moonlight mirror looks so tragic tonight

i'd chew my own heart out

i'd chew my own heart out

i'd chew my own heart out for you

 


Monday, January 26, 2004

i have a new pet peeve, actually it was an old one that started when i was born, but i just saw it and have to mention it... i hate stupid people... that's all i can say


Wednesday, January 21, 2004

today was my first day of school. i bought cigarrettes, what a fucken mistake. i knew that i wouldn't smoke if i didn't buy them, now ihave them and i can't smoke them because i had a drag and remembered why i quit.....

ion the book store buying an art book, the woman in front of me had 12 books to carry, and when i asked her if she needed help, she gave me a dirty look and said no..... it's not like she was a muscle ewoman or anything, far from it...... i think i'm going to STOP being nice to people... and let them suffer their own idiocies.


Friday, November 28, 2003

credit cards and  rear-ended cars

how do we sink so low?

a blonde girls face and a hand full of rat,human and viral waste

how can i sink that low?

the arrival of a lover: delayed, and a visit to pain? off paid

how could you sink this low?

an undetermined future, a crowd of millions screaming "abuse her!"

A blood clot and the secrets of a butter knife scetch an evil plot.

how do we sink so low?

a billion lies are told, as we lay under agrey sky in a cookie cutter mold

and all i hear you saying is this, "me,me,me,i,i,i," with a clock that never ceasus to tick.

how did i end this low?

a letter that says "not you", flowers of hope die, not one remains, and especially not two.

time that flies and sometimes won't pass, which may be useful when everyone is dubbed  crass

And i will become your low


Saturday, April 19, 2003

10 pg thesis paper and all i can do is this



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