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The Notorious Bettie Pudge

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About Me

I truly, madly, deeply and yummily adore: MUSIC, vintage, kitsch, board games, coffee drinks, video games, HOOKAH, art, writing, MUSIC, theatre, indie/foreign films, obscurity, scrabble, body art, NYC, garden gnomes, conversation, thrifting, MUSIC, Christmas, creating, dorkism, independence, books, Koala Yummies, pinup girls, Bettie Page (cha-cha-cha), killing with kindness, dorking it up online, eyeglasses, shopping, nostalgic 80's cartoons/games/toys, finding beauty in the mundane, horror flicks, office/school supplies, concerts, Halloween, museums, intellectual stimuli, Starbucks, my record player, british humor, my jammies, accessorizing, making people think, the sound of crunching leaves, MUSIC, Super Mario, lip gloss, coloring books, the weekend, fall and winter, the library, DIY, singing, meeting people, making people laugh, Sailor Jerry, sleeping in, nail polish, my dvd collection, snuggling in a blankey, people watching, taking long drives with no real destination, reminiscing, uniqueness, people who like me :) Some key points of interest to take note of when getting to know Me: I am always late, I rarely return phone calls, Music is my lifeline, I chew gum like it's going out of style, I am sarcastic, I am a hopeless night owl, Writing is my outlet, Methodical chaos intrigues me, A good kisser makes me swoon, When I like you you WILL know it, I am outgoing, I talk A LOT if something interests me, I laugh at inappropriate times, I sometimes have a dirty mouth :-O I loathe arrogance but love confidence, I spend way too much money on cds and dvds and way too much time on MySpace and I am one of the coolest girls you will ever get to know ♥
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My Blog

Film Noir on a Tuesday Night

Film Noir on a Tuesday NightI don't know myself outside of these firesYour fistmy moutha long distance lullabyYou are the telephone that never ringsa silent movie screenflickering edited kissesfading ...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 04:07:00 GMT

The Disease of Time and Other Stories

The Disease of Time and Other StoriesHer smell wraps around you like a warm blanketSoft fleece of skin and matchbook confessionsOne night, another page turnsThe whiskey burns and traffic light changes...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Dec 2008 04:19:00 GMT

Of Cinder and Smoke

Of Cinder and SmokeI have been acquainted with his indifferenceWed to the ghost in the cornerswhere his colorless eyesno longer map the distance from his mouth to mineWhere he no longer constructs vel...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 09:09:00 GMT

The Ghost of Another Lover

the Ghost of Another LoverBlue laughterYou call to her sweetlyHer yellow dress on fireClinging skinwith shrinking shadowsThe bedroom light is dimRed SadnessBlue thunderShe leaves the room quietlyHer f...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Dec 2008 06:31:00 GMT

The Bearded Ghost

The Bearded GhostThe door is open now&She's finding new meaning in your poetry-your scuffed boot sadness and baker's grinLines of fleshy veins full of blood pumping chemistrymove through her mouth and...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Nov 2008 18:36:00 GMT

Wet Skin on Parade

Wet Skin on ParadeI want the heat of sheets sticky with molassesContorted torsos and groundbreaking pressureOut in, out inLike factory workers sleek with sweat and motor oilPunching time card tragedie...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Nov 2008 06:16:00 GMT

Last Stop, Heartbreak

Last Stop, HeartbreakThe light in his eyesbehind my blue grey dreamIs coming alivepainting the walls with colors only seen in circus tents, on cereal boxes,spilling out of tired kaleidoscopeslike 64 C...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 20:47:00 GMT

Oyster

OysterShe&Three simple letters.Simple legs.In hiding.She lets Him in.Open.Legs.Open.Mouth.Opened.She&Three simple letters.A heart.He whispers.Fuck.She stumbles.Fuck.He knows Her.Opened.He found her pe...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 03:17:00 GMT

Your Ghost

Your GhostThe stars were exploding heartsThe sky melted blue thunder when you leftMoving like a ghost through the doorwayIt will be a long daya long nightof riddles, poetry and sexAnd all I ask of you...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 20:52:00 GMT

Ice Fishing in July

Ice Fishing in July You, with your brutal lovingDirty knees and quietudeThe words from my mouthTangled, hanging from your broken zipperA dead fish on invisible thread I envision exotic fruits(A horn o...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 17:28:00 GMT