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"enough about me, let's talk about you...people i don't
want to
meet...ones who wear too much perfume, grown-ups, artists..."
More about smizmar
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Schools (Other):
new email = smizlovesyoubest@gmail.com ...just so you know. & www.myspace.com/lilmissfortune
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Occupation:
musee' mecanique! but now on the dole, ho hum.
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Affiliations:
secrets=i'm afraid of balloons(eery), sharks(bitey), cockroaches(the worst things on earth), clowns(creepy), bathroom door handles(germy), bowling balls (germiest).
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Hobbies and Interests:
roller coasters, seedy motels, adam's eyelashes, starting projects, stripes, puppets, wishing wells, foods high in iron, ant farms, costumes, my diamond nanobot, faux anything, shooting stars, indigo kids, ice cream trucks, all your dirty secrets
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Favorite Books:
you know you have to eat the fortune to make the cookie come true. i only read the fine print.
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Favorite Movies:
okay, you may have heard otherwise, but i'm here to rightfully promote...Ishtar Is the greatest funniest movie ever.. right next to death race 2000. and spaceballs-the movie.
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Favorite Music:
harmonic disonance pretty moog wicked glass breaking good times
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Favorite TV Shows:
i gave up tv forever once the man shut down my parents free hbo....and that was the end of fraggles as we know it. god bless the trash heap and alzheimer's causing tinfoil jiffy pop.
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Zodiac Sign:
Virgo
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About Me:
enough about me, let's talk about you...people i don't
want to
meet...ones who wear too much perfume, grown-ups, artists
who
refer to themselves as such, boys with sleazy voices,
bozos, posers, hosers,
leeches, fakers, rich groms, anyone who can be described as miserable, and most of all, besides bad drivers...i really hate people who wear special clothes to ride bicycles. you SUCK!
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Who I Want to Meet:
old ladies with potty-mouths, people with interesting
birthmarks,
beach dwellers with spare tree houses or rv's, black swans, anyone who knows
where
to find motels with beds that you put quarters in, rich
desperately
lonely people who just want friends, dress-up girls to
come
undone with, fellow drunken diy haircut casualities, wise
people
who will tell me where the insides of potholes disappear
to and
how to properly care for my 4 aging sea monkeys...
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up and down stairs, what do I know...
A success story? Surely.
It's time that you subscribed with hands ever
so cupped, and words loosely lying down.
Change direction --- Change speed --
Whisper loud -- Speak softly -- Take a
moment (but don't ruin the moment).
If the volume level rises, so do you. Visit a
motion picture -- Own an action figure.
Miss, I love all of you.
remember when we sprayed each other
down with insect repellant just so we could
see our skin glisten in the moolight? and
then MC Hammer wet his pants on stage.
p.s. I hope youre not in the belly of a shark,
but if you are, I know you'll make the most of
it.
extraordinary periods in my life.
Every time I see a chocolate Ovaltine
(sp) container, I picture Leah eating
large quantities directly from the
container. She even convinced me to
try. I was not disappointed...
Leah never fails to amaze me with her
attire. One morning (or I should say
afternoon since we had a tendency to
stay up late dancing until the wee
morning hours) she stunbled into the
kitchen wearing a maroon leotard (from
the 80's) and colorful stripped
tights. Ahh those were the days, when
creative energy was at its' peak..
thinking about your next cigarette and
what kid of beer you should order,
leah is likely thinking about cream-
filled olives.
english by listening to def leppard,
trip-hop, and howard cosell. when she
talks i weep because i don't get it: "i
don't want your photograph of the
crackpipe pimp word marino fakes the
pass". miss -- please stop it -- your
pushing us all away!!!!
the internet? or just on target? let me know
how she's doing.
lock her in some dark basement and
never let her leave the room and feed
her pancakes with dollups of butter
that look and taste like tepid salty ice
cream. If any one asks? No, i don't
know where she is. No, wait, i heard
she lives in a trailer in Florida. And i
don't have a basement.
wanderer, her thumb bends in the
perfect curve of a hitchhikers. but
don't expect to find Leah roadside,
rather catch her lounge act complete
with five keyboards and talking
flamingos and wicked pyrotechnics.