Big life changes.
PrideMoving to the Twin Cities at the end of the summer.
Thought you should know.
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intentioni think this whole stumbling over our words bit can stop at any time. it's been discussed and decided: thing > fling. and this most certainly was and by all accounts still is and may continue to be A THING. it's for a lack of better term or word and certainly for a lack of certainty and conviction. the distance is measured in miles and travel time now. it's everythign we ever took for granted about each other about said "thing" rolled up into one big wrecking ball a bird of prey, if you will, though typically you won't. everintention
by ~MissDeets
On Footi used to have pretty feet and now they're gnarled and summer colored sandal tans and sidewalk dirt and leather-like soles from constant shoe abandonment badly healed toe bones and long chipped pink polishOn Foot
i walked to get coffee and booze cigarettes, food, and friends to increase blood flow and sober myself up i walked morning-after hurt away i ran for buses and from old flings i tripped and i fell and i stubbed every toe i stumbled barefooted and traveled perfectly in 4 inch heels i was hunted and hunted i was at the right
by ~MissDeets
A new porchI breathe in. I take everything from the air that I can. I breathe out. I give it back to the world.A new porch
I sit on a small wooden table, painted a few times too many. This table serves a dual purpose beyond being a junk piece of furniture abandoned by a former tenant at a borderline junk piece of property. It holds open the broken front screen door on the enclosed front porch on the boarding house turned apartment buildling I now call home. And right now, it's serving as a seat. It's a Sunday morning, though barely. 11:30am.
I'm still in sweats and yesterdays t-shirt with a second-hand sweats
by ~MissDeets
taking stocki have a lot of hopes in my belly, mushroom dirt on my hands, and work at ten am. i have scars that show where i've been, who i've been, and how i learned to hate. i have a full size bed that never fails to feel and be empty. i have words living in my throat that will never pass my lips. i have one hundred and eight pounds and they'll never be enough. i have a new life waiting for me in a city i've been to once. and i'm scared that once i'm there... nothing will stop hurting.taking stock
by ~MissDeets
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- Current Residence: Brew City.
- Interests: All things directly and indirectly related to taking over the world.
- Favourite movie: If it's got gore, I'm there.
- Favourite band or musician: OTEP, Gogol Bordello, My Ruin, kidneythieves, Dresden Dolls, Ludacris
- Favourite genre of music: My musical taste is entirely manic.
- Favourite poet or writer: Currently, Inga Musico.
- Skin of choice: Tattooed.
- Personal Quote: "You're mad cause I'm a thief and got a way with words." -Luda
- Tools of the Trade: Anger, OCD, and insomnia.
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/missdeets
- Email: jonesls@uwm.edu
- AIM: MsDeets
- Yahoo: flippinlyd
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So may you come with your own knives
You'll never take me alive
With all the force of what is true
Is there nothing I can do?
This is Wes we meet a couple of days ago I was the rather dashing gentelmen accompaning Miss Jolie Allen
I have of course been browsing your DA page for a while
i hope you realize you're on the list of tatts to photography and faces to paint.
so call me and set somethin up with me.
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My partner in crime ~Indigo-Lace
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You have beautiful eyes...can I touch them?
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So may you come with your own knives
You'll never take me alive
With all the force of what is true
Is there nothing I can do?
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My partner in crime ~Indigo-Lace
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