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Name: Erika
Birthday: 10/30/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Making the most out of each day, singing, dancing, writing, reading, drawing, painting, anything artsy-craftsy, theatre, hanging out with my friends, kickin it with ZBT, being X-Treme!, haki-sackin, riding my bike, swimming, hiking, and spending time outdoors
Expertise: Laughing, smiling, going barefoot, blowing bubbles, making jewelry, being an artist, writing, singing, and being a good friend :)
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
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AIM:  no1ithkisnmytree
MSN: erika_peace@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  erika_38
Member Since:
11/4/2003
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| Have you ever had a dream and then felt like it escaped?
Have you ever actually dreamed something and wished it were true?
Have you ever had a dream come true and wished that it didn't?
Have you ever wanted to do something totally amazing, but you didn't know where to begin?
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| I didn't write on here last week b/c it was Thanksgiving break, and I don't have the internet at home. For this week, I went through my journal and highlighted some interesting lines from my free writings. Here they are. They date from March 29-June 26, 2008.
Crispy cheetos are finding freedom while free basing cocaine. Mustard stains are forming on your patchwork sofa while your children get high drinking Coca-cola.
The denied want to be the desired.
You eat Scooby-snacks and laugh at the government. You tell your parents that George Bush is the anti-Christ, and they send you to boarding school. Macaroons are now a form of currency in Beijing, China and only in Beijing, China. Say that like you know everything about everything and nod slightly. People will believe you. People will believe anything you say when you're rich and famous.
Little children play in the clouds and scare the shit out of airplane pilots.
Tacos are not good doorstops.
I went to school with a lot of strange kids. I wonder where they are now. That water tour is freaking me out. It looks like a taxi mated with a water spout.
Magically delicious footballs aren't real; that's just a fable.
I feel like tazmanian devils are invading my brain. My cells are screaming and freaking out.... Underneath this calm facade, there is a Keebler elf losing its mind.
The once upon a time man is losing the plot.
I demonstrate great creativity, but I rarely make any sense.
Totally insane guinea pigs are running the country.
Toxic rain forest jungles infest the earth, but we just keep on rockin' in the free world. You flip the slate, and the landscape changes. I lost the plot years ago.
My skin is peeling, it comes right off. I'm like a lizard or maybe like Boris Karloff.
Well, that's it for now. Comments greatly appreciated!!!
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| This is the sort of thing I really wanted to post today. This will be the sort of thing I will post most of the time.
What is not clear is the water in the tea.
What is filled with doubt are all the fish in the sea.
Before the war of the roses,
Did the flowers live in peace?
Did the roses grow thorns to fight for their lives?
Without their thorns, would they survive?
The issue here is the money in your pocket.
Take it out, and spend it on trash.
Forget the kids in New Orleans,
Forget the kids in Iraq.
Overload the system with politics and greed.
All you get is confusion,
They have all the good weed.
We can't smoke freely,
But they can take it away.
They can smoke our weed all the live-long day.
I've gotten off the point,
And I don't know what to say.
Monkey butts and turtle wings.
Do you know why the blackbird sings?
Feed your children expensive food and cheap alcohol.
Don't look in the room at the end of the hall.
Fly away, or stay behind.
It's your choice,
Make up your mind.
Thank you for stopping by. Have a fabulous day!
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| I was looking through my journal last night, and I realized it's been one year since I started writing in it. A lot has happened, and a lot has changed during the past year. I was in a car accident for the first time, I lost 2 guy friends (cause they stopped talking to me), I found out my best friend is having a baby and getting married, I found out my brother is having a baby, I broke up with my boyfriend, we got back together, and then, he broke up with me again.
Much more has happened, but those are the major things I can think of right now. A year ago, I was still struggling to adjust to my bipolar medication. I was not in a very sane state of mind. This led me to do and say things that I regret. It led me to lose one of my guy friends. I wish I could make him understand that I'm not really like that, and that I'm much better now.
Since I need to get back in the habit of writing on here, I'm going to try to write at least once or twice a week. This will be all for today, since I should be doing homework.
"Everyone's unhappy.
Everyone's ashamed.
Well we all just got caught looking
At somebody else's page.
Well nothing ever went
Quite exactly as we planned.
Our ideas held no water,
But we used them like a dam."
--Modest Mouse "Missed the Boat"
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| I can't believe I haven't written a thing on here in over 8 months! Facebook has really consumed my internet life. I'm liking the new homepage on here, but it will take some getting used to, just like new facebook, which I didn't like at first, but now I'm pretty much used to it. I still don't like how my profile looks on there though... Anyways, I'm going to rifle through my notebooks and find a poem worth posting on here.
Finally, I found the one I was looking for. This poem was written September 2, 2008.
Chain-linked fences and
Chain-linked dreams.
My friends are all there,
Or so it seems.
The past meets the future,
The future outruns the past,
But only for a moment.
Nothing imagined can last.
Tiny imperfections
Within the human brain
Determine whether
We're normal or insane.
Neither is appealing,
I'm somewhere in between.
This fog is a hallucination,
This raindrop is a dream.
I met you beneath a waterfall
Under the lemon-colored sky.
Both of us were running,
Neither of us was high.
I've found a simple chain-link,
I've found a simple scene.
Here in my imagination,
Deep within a dream.
Comments greatly appreciated!
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