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Lysa

I am here for Friends

About Me

I'm not really sure about me.

My Interests

i enjoy writing and reading all things, absorbing and creating poetry, music, piano, learning about and advocating vegetarianism, going to shows sometimes, freight trains are nice, I enjoy gardening, creating cut flower arrangements, cooking, photography, and i really like to sleep. I like making collages out of interesting random things and grouping them in abstract themes. I enjoy puppetry and theatre.

I'd like to meet:

Certain people.

Music:

i like many genres of music. my music library includes but is absolutely not limeted to: bjork, bongzilla, common, del the funkee homosapien, inure, the fugees, fiona apple, fleetwood mac, moby, elliott smith, the mamas and the papas, notorious BIG, mozart, iron and wine, joanna newsom, secret chiefs 3, the smiths, they might be giants, tom waits.....

Movies:

lolita, the jeremy irons version. the goonies. rebel without a cause.

Television:

infomercials. dead like me. dexter. the office. weeds.

Books:

the wall (marlen haushofer), choke (chuck palahniuk), lolita (vladmir nabokov) Time of Wonder (Robert McCloskey)...and a recent addition: where the lilies bloom (bill & vera cleaver)

Heroes:

my mom is pretty cool. and katie's mom, too. give it up for the moms... woop woop!

My Blog

freight train

fourteen hours on shaking steel almost closely defined freedom and skittishseconds passed (over tunnels and through bridges) crawling flying maybe breathing (under the ground and above the sky) comfor...
Posted by Lysa on Sat, 29 Dec 2007 02:46:00 PST

death (i think) is no parenthesis

everything all of the time.
Posted by Lysa on Mon, 14 Nov 2005 10:45:00 PST

on edge, alright?

I'm feeling very stressed again. I'm trying to be healthier and i'm just feeling stressed.
Posted by Lysa on Wed, 07 Sep 2005 04:17:00 PST

Saranac Summer Ale

make a Y shaped incision and peel away the fat. break the breastplate and dig the fuck in. there's this disgusting bright yellow layer beneath all of this superficial beauty. everybody's got this f...
Posted by Lysa on Wed, 24 Aug 2005 08:55:00 PST

acid jazz vs. trip hop

i peeled away the crimson blossoms, and finally saw the cogs barely turning, the oil spilling spitting spraying from your rotten insides. your delicate honey brown scent suddenly simply surely rubbed ...
Posted by Lysa on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

this isn't about you or anyone in specific. general ideas, i promise.///

i'm afraid of love and that's why i won't kiss you. and i'm afraid of failure so i won't hold your hand. and when you try to hold me in public i squirm because i'm afraid of what the world will think....
Posted by Lysa on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST