eireann

Life is decent.
The world is pretty.
It's nice outside.

Fifteen things you never wanted to know about me but now will:
1. My eyes are their own mood ring. The colors coding is super secret, tho.
2. My favorite historical period is the medieval period. My second favorite is World War II.
3. I am getting my nipples pierced at the pierccing party.
4....
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I think this is called RELAPSING
I sit on the bathroom floor perpared to collapse
and this world is overwhelming my life is underzealous
I think this is called COLLAPSING
as I sink into my loss of sensse

and there are 27 white lines on this tile floor
I know because I've counted them 56 times waiting for you to walk out the door
so...
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The world rises
the clouds crackle and the sky undulates
as the earth below me disintegrates
and the width of my perception
expands to discern the deception
my people are being fed

Bring me all your propaganda
bury golden hearts with slander
and fall beneath this grave of good will
to understand the meanings of intentions ill...

I don't believe we understand the implications of...
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I can't find my Canterbury Tales. In my search for it, I found frozen grapes in the freezer and have made them my lunch. I thought maybe it was in my car but alas, it is not. Although I'm sure it could be, my car looks like a tornado hit it.

I have gotten nothing accomplished.

I took a bath and Hoochie came in and...
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I don't want to update. It's sort of an ego trip that I can get 18 comments in less than 24 hours. They hate me! They really fucking hate me!

Uh... yeah.

Anyways, three major things for you that I need you fuckies to do for me:

1. My friends list has gotten longer. I have no idea who some of you are and I...
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Time for another update.

I'm tiring of being alive. I have no fucking motivation to do anything.

I've found my fascination and motivation in people watching. I sat outside today for an hour just staring at people. Watching them do stupid things.

I don't have class for 2 and a half hours.

I'm tempted to hit up the bar. Or to go to my car,...
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More of my poetry for you fuckies.

Intimacy Found


We pull strings make believe live life as a fantasy
And in this cold belief of mixed reality
Im actually thinking about making my fantasy come true
And you sneak up on me just like a shadow
And Im just reeling in the drama living in the mellow
And if you only knew
Theres just one...
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New pix in my folder for my peeps.

A sneak preview:



[IMG] http://suicidegirls.com/media/members/4/49/178494/56087/652890.jpg [/IMG]


weeeee....

I'm posting this because the first two stanzas made someone hot, and I intend to make that person hot.

The Coffee Cup poem

This broken coffee cup
Holds my discarded things
This broken coffee cup
Holds all my memories

Worn down, tattered and handles lost
Useful once, its necessity gone
This broken coffee cup has paid the cost
Of growing old, of being alone

This...
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Stolen because I love surveys.

FIRSTS:
1. First concert: I was 3. I think it was Cornerstone. MY first choice: Bush, backstage, hanging with the band.
2. First car: 88 Pontiac Bonneville
3. First real kiss: 15, to the boy next door. I hated him.
4. First screen name: FlyingStar.
5. First self purchased album: I believe it was... um... Bush.
6. First funeral: My...
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So, I was bored and all of you were too cool to hang out with me. I see how it is.

So, I sat here bored out of my mind until my friend Will called me back. Will is a customer of mine and for some reason, even though he acted like an absolute moron the first 14 times he came to the bank, we...
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