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"That's Why They Call Her Gangsta: A Short History of Nicole M. Anthony"

By jayisthenewblack.com
Don't let her small size fool you-- this girl's vicious. Sure, Nicole may try to charm you with sweet nothings and peach cobbler, but seriously, her saccharine overtures belie the fact that she's left a trail of broken faces and broken hearts all over the western hemisphere. Trust me-- I know.
Raised in a little place she likes to call "Gardena, U.S.A.," Nicole grew up swigging tobasco and stealing little kids' lunch money. Legend has it she slept with a switchblade under her pillow at night and posed as a key decoy in her gang's notorious Mafioso jewel heists. They used to call her Boots after the signature red cowboy boots she wore during all the thieving, and once you heard those heels a-clickin', you knew that you had about ten seconds to leave the premises or tempt fate with the curly-haired wolf in sheep's clothing.
Nowadays, Nicole's calmed down a bit and spends most of her time with overly immature friends. However, her country-hopping ways to South America will always make you wonder whether or not Nicole "Boots" Anthony has really given up her wild ways, or if she's just waiting for you to piss her off so she can slip arsenic into your cobbler.
Friends, I'd advise you to sleep with one eye open.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

do you like to climb organic and inorganic items? do you like to yell out cat-calls at baseball games? eat lots of meat and starchy foods? finger paint, drive trucks, stick-shifts, body surf, tell crazy/goofy/sombering/scary/funny/enlightening stories?

My Blog

sprinklers

i'm not sure what it is, but there's something about walking out into the stillness of late night to find the only indication of suburban life is the sound and smell of spriklers wateri...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Aug 2006 00:42:00 GMT

Dear Mariah

we spoke softy. Loudly. Tearfully. Hungrily, we spoke. Moving in place with our thoughts transcending time and space.   All of us.   You listened. You looked at me with your eyes and you ...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 19:06:00 GMT

your bellyaches

And it's been a long timeWhich agrees with this watch of mineAnd I know that I miss youAnd I'm sorry that I dissed you
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

a leaf treader

i have been treading on leaves all day until i am autumn-tired God knows all the color and form of leaves i have trodden on and mired. perhaps i have put fourth too much strength and been too fierce...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

mother

mother should i trust the government? mother will they put me in the firing line? mother am i really dying? hush now baby, baby, dont you c r y. mother's gonna make all of your nightmares come...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

feeding my soul

trembling and shaking, but i'm not cold. my brain is ablaze and i can feel the color and heat resonating on my face. i strain to hear my voice through all the dead static that encapsulates it, pr...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

i can go with the flow

falling in and out of consciousness, the day dreams have the tendency to take over on days as beautiful as right now. certain songs and thoughts become intermingled. so much i forget where one stops a...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT