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Silent Sirens/Eyeglasses full of stars My name is not Mary Jane Elizabeth Connor and I hate every single human being in existence
Also,I am vivacious and friendly (pardon the irony) and I would like to shove rainbow puke down the vile column of flesh scientifically named your throat/larynx/pharynx/passage.
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(Moved/Sunday, November 30, 2008)

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I can spell and pronounce my full name backwards.
There was one queer morning when my quirky self woke up and drank Absolute Raspberri fr the bottle and then proceded to do Algebra on the net.
I'm so quiet I'm non existent
I am Lisabelle and I own this site completely,so I can bitch scream hurl insults spew profanities at any random poor stranger and get away with it,also I can flame people using all sorts of obscenities in all sorts of weird unheard of languages and asian dialects. I can master the art of being an uncivilized cyberspace bitch,or I could spin a pretty little cobweb of sweet lies.I think I prefer the former,although I'm like the ultimate liar.Also,I'm so fucking quiet in school all the time,so I really need this to rant and ramble and just let loose,or else I might just have a sudden real life tirade,and that's scarier than my typical vehement hostility.One more thing, if you tell me you like dainty pink frosting cupcakes topped with marzipan roses,I tell you fuck off,cause cheese cake is way better, even though it's appearance isn't as glamorous as the fucking cupcake.Cause cupcakes are so saccharine sweet they'll cause your intestines to decay.And things are always more than meets the eye,so obviously I don't tolerate poseurs that go camwhoring,bangs combing,eye widening in a pathetic attempt to make themselves appear decent.And definitely no flashing till their ~~fleshy cellulite~~ ~~fling's frayed boxers~~ oops I mean cunt.Cause it causes immediate blindness,and its such a sordid act,donccha think so?
Please do not be intimidated by me,cause I've already quit my cannibalism ways.Oops,about that large pitchfork and spoon at a corner, its for days of absolute desperation,when someone like me can't stand a mere vulgar being.So -gobbles-
I bite,but I don't rip your flesh into shreds ^_^
I am a machine that regurgitates lies or excuses like why you got that big hickey on your neck.Press my purple button.

Non Existent
This time,it is not pure lust.This time,it may be for real..I think.I'm perpetually having a battle with myself and those uncontrollable emotions. I don't talk in the presence of people (well hardly anyway).I may seem like the weird kid/the emo/the bookworm/the stonerotdecay one to you,or maybe you feel for me what I feel for you as well.It started out slow,I noticed you a few years back,but this is the only teeny opportunity that I get to know you more.Everything is going at a slow pace,and I don't get the heart-racing,vein-throbbing,nervous kind of sensation when I'm with you.I'm not sure how much do I like you,all I know is that I want to know you better,cause you aren't like the rest.One day,I tell myself.One day,we're gonna have a long conversation,about anything and everything.We will sit on the hard concrete steps which the sun warmed,some awkward pauses here and there,but someday,I'm going to master the art of talking with you,so for the first time,I don't have to rehearse a little speech inside my head,I don't have to say something witty to impress people.I'll just blurt out some random thought from my mind,you'll think I'm nuts,then after awhile,we'll get use to each other's eccentric personality.Sure,we are amateurs at this,but so what.We can experiment this little mind game somebody made up,we can start off as friends,we can take walks down the whole stretch of road,we can split the cost for Botak Jones,we can sit all evening long in the pew,all I want is for somebody to fill me up.Particularly,you.

-You don't know what you mean to me, you don't have a clue, you can't tell by looking at me what I feel for you.

-Sometimes I wonder what you think of me or if you do at all.

-I don't know if I like you or love you, want you or need you, all I know is I love the feeling I get when I'm near you.