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Name: Ashley
Metro: Easton
Gender: Female
Interests: art, poetry, music, friends, taking drugs, deeper meanings, acting on feelings- usually doing that's nothin more than a fuck things upper, body peircings (got my nose, tongue & ear gauges), dreams and day dreams, anything but what we're meant to believe is reality,good and bad faires, writing, snowboarding.... umm food!, watching people skateboard- it's one badass form of art, seeing hte sunrise every morning, naps till noon, juice, astrology, good movies, NO TV NO TV NO TV, monsters bathing little kids
Expertise: color and light. my mind on drugs
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  homeslice0369
Member Since:
3/16/2003
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| all i ate that day was mushrooms.
all i rode that day was my skateboard
and him. up until he remembered what we
were talking about earlier in the day with
dj. for one reason (or another,) We were
talking about dicks and what they're all about,
what theyre made of. cartalidge and blood vessels,
we decided.
i was on mats bed and he was penetrating me,
he started to giggle, then whispered sweet nothings about
his cartalidge and blood vessels being inside of me.
it was THE GROSSEST words anyone ever said to me
while we were fucking. i stopped straddling him,
rolled over, and laughed forever. i love him so much
his cartalidge and blood vessels are mine........bitch
hahahhahahahahahh yeahhhhhhhhhh man i love him.
see you on my lawn
in trees or through stars
always time to find eachother
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| i live in pennslyvania. usually, we have four seasons here. today it is
70 degrees outside. it has been this warm for the whole winter. it
hasn't snowed yet, i haven't froze yet. strange things have been
happening, one on top of another. they all relate to eachother. there
is no church. only government. smoke stacks bring sunshine, dams cause
floods.
anyone with a motha fuckin mind should really listen to Immortal
Technique. i mean REALLY LISTEN to him. everything that he has to say
is absolutely nuts. open your eyes! kick ass songs= cause of death, peruvian cocaine
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| Liars still tell love
stories. of faces, monsters and
their own cures. i had been left
without my words
so many times before
yet
here i am
watching birds soar
why don't i
just inhale
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| Im sitting on the floor
to read strange
newspaper articles reporting
strange skitsophrenic
behaviors. New
bad lies, old bad news.
every year, it will
continue through
every page turned
I;m standing back to watch
people being put in tandem
by tandems of people. Sorted
by sophisticated names. What
parents want doesn't matter, it
matters in a doctor's diagnosis
of your life before today
What are you? Another ghost?
ARe you even connected? We are
down on our bare backs
and through the air, every tear
runs to an ocean- or rains
back down on us. Another
yawn to clear another thought.
(pull it to kill it)
It's all on us.
Bring a dog, bring a guitar,
in the sand forever, after
we made it happen
for everyone.
I'll leave my words
behind, this is living life.
Doing patterns rather
than seeing dimensions.
Only burnouts are thoughtless
i love living life with my boyfriend. tongiht was another awesome night out lryding.
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| shrooms sent me where i didn't want to be. but i was exactly wher ei wanted to be.
right before i really started to feel the
trip, i was on the couch with mat and he was crying.He told me that he
was accepting things. but i didn't know what he was accepting, i just
knew that he didn't want to or have to accept something that was
upsetting him. i remember him saying he felt lost.
I started to sweat. i started to think i was crying
and feel like i was crying, but i still don't know if i was crying. i
didnt want to talk to mat or ben. i laid my head in mats crotch and
closed my eyes for the whole trip.
i remember sneaking in the other morning and my dad being
there. i remember my dad telling me this morning htat he gives up.
i remember the awkard good bye to mat earlier in the day.
i remember seeing joey earlier in the day
i remember tripping with joey and nate before the summer ended. AND I REMMEBER MY MIND CONJESTING.
i remember thinking i wouldn't be able to see mat.
it was a bad day. it was a bad trip. i had to keep
yawning to clear my mind. it's the only thing i could do. my mind was
seriously confused, conjested, empty, full, retarded.
closing my eyes for the whole trip was not a good idea.
i cannot tell what was real and what was in my mind.
i'm sure it was all my imagination.
but i was lost too. no idea where exactly my place on the ground was.
where my place in the world was. At one point in my mind i seriously
asked myself if i was a cat. Just SOOO confused about wher emy place in
the world was, i was so lost in my mind.
certain things felt significant. A.D.D. birthdays. my tongue ring. got
it on
my birthday. love- mats birthday. 3rd grade. memories. where did i come
from? did that really happen? were years real? was that really me? Am i
going anywhere? slowly?
I REALLY lost my ego.
but it happened- and i dont remember it. i could have had the best
experience of my life. but all i feel is ... saddness whe i think about
it.
i wish i was living. i wish i was living . i wish I WAS LIVNG.
i wanna trip again. i want to live when i trip. i dont wanna sit on a
couch. i wanna cry right now. i was riding fast on a nevada freeway.
now i built nyc over the empty street. it's time to get out and walk.
after the trip was over i felt better. i could talk to my friends. i talked to mat.
Love conqueors all.
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