| I like to stay up late, and wake up later. I listen to the rain, the wind, the click clack moo of my beads, cats, coffee, and gay grapes. If you really want to know, you have to be my best friend Yen. I am too critical of myself, learning to be less critical of others, on day I listened to a Britney Spears song I liked and decided to get the hell over myself. I talk too much, write too little and am really really really dissorganised. I take commissions for art, jewelry or web design. My cat is named after a Mexican snack food and yes, you can buy my loyalty with a Mt Dew and a sack of Cheetos. I'm the most expensive cheap person you will ever meet. Thank you. Come again. |
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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visit: my website to see more...
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Janice Heberling
- "arts my life , passion and strength"
Take it easy.
Tay.
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you're so cute when you slur in your speech.
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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www.tracyleequinn.com
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"dwell in possibility."-emily dickinson
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Hope incubates in the warm loam of every armpit. --Tom Wolfe
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