Izzi Echo

I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4All these games..who's playing these games? I'd like to know..Judge of a man by his questions rather than by his answers...I'm a loner, Dottie. a rebel...You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.So many adjectives so little time...I guess I'll start with the ones that matter: TATTOO ARTIST, Jackass Extrodinair, Vocalist, Bass Player, Territorial, Intolerant of emotional/physical sluttiness, Former "Goth" Model, Former Burlesque Vixsen, Lebanese Tribal Bellydancer, Witty, Profound, Intelligent, Loyalty to friends and loved ones, Drunkard, Junkee, Love, Hate, Destroy, Create...ART IS LIFE! I re-write this profile WAY too much. I like people who commit faux pas and don't know it.. or don't care. I ADORE PEOPLE WHO TURN OFF THE TV IN FAVOR OF A BOOK!!! Sometimes I forget that other people have feelings. My favorite place in the world is behind my easel, or gluing multi-colored bits of cardboard together in some M.C Escher esk peice..I watch people and their actions, most of the time I'm not suprised or pleased with what I see. I've never been able to find someone that does not think that I am weird. I refuse to lie to someone to protect their feelings, it is far more honorable to tell the truth and let them deal with it. You never have to wonder what I'm thinking, well..except when I don't say anything. I hate driving, people who slurp their food, overly-excited people, FEET!, Ignorance, Banana flavored anything, People who swear they hate liars and then lie every chance they get..same goes with drama. I cook, sew, make faux hair, READ, draw, dance, play with my petite chats, write. I have a really boring life..Sometimes I sit quietly for so long that I forget how to speak. I promise I'm not your role model. I'm really not into people with huge egos, however referring to yourself in the third person is always fun.. Sometimes, within the midst of talking to someone, in the middle of a perfectly pleasant conversation..I stop and ask myself what their head would look like on a stick...and SPEAKING OF STICKS! STOP writing me messages telling me that you're going to *explitive delete* me.. you will do no such thing. Trust me, you want nothing to do with me sexually. I'd rip you in half, eat your face, and throw the rest of you to my cats. so PISS OFF! You'll never truly understand me, and this is only to be expected. The anchient ones are all dead and gone..Most of the time I feel like I'm stuck in some really bad cliche rock & roll movie. Truth is I'm a good person, it just takes a while to sift through all my hang-ups and coerce me to come outta my mean little shell.[Abusive]. [Loving]. [Laid-back]. [Hyper]. [I squeak]. [Piercings]. [12 Tattoos]. [Invader Zim rocks my proverbial socks]. [Chain-smoker]. Drunken Confessions, Truth, no games..Cour de loyal is dead.I am a railroad track abandoned With the sunset Forgetting I ever happened, That I ever happened. This dream you’ve ridden on, Turns your world to explosions. You need to be alone To heal this bleeding stone Now, smell the rain of London it still insists, That we beg for our purity. As if we are pure in the rain of our contentment As if I can think of this no more I am the ghost who comes and goes And I hope I’ll catch you In the throws of one last look at the wonder One last look at the wonder of what we've become.*~* I am the lie, living for you so you can hide. *~*reach me at [email protected] or http://www.louisvillemojo.com/DilutedEuphoria----Playing Mario brothers in your underwear at 3 in the morning is AWESOME.