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beth is secondhand smoke

i will not put boogers in yours tacos.

About Me

Hello, I'm Elizabeth Ashley Charley.
I Am More Than A Stoic Pose And Emotionless Reserve of My Outermost Layers.
"She pauses with accentuated brilliancy and my memory attempts to keep up, but her cool-handed sarcasm hits me. What a smartass. She is sweetly defined by harsh colors of teenage passion.
And to be honest, I love the kid. She's gorgeous, like stars falling on windows, she shatters all."
-Dallas Edgar Goldtooth
The point is, no one on really knows me. I want to kind of keep it like that; beyond giving simple details about myself like how I grew up and what I like.
I am aware of every last piece of information about myself, and this "about me" isn’t required to supplement the factuality or to make it more coherent.
"No matter how much you want to dye your hair blonde and put fake eyes in, or follow an anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many diamonds you buy from people who exploit your own brutally to get them, no matter what kind of car you drive or what kind of fancy clothes you put on, you will never be them. They're always gonna look at you as nothing but a little monkey. I'd rather be proud of what I am, rather than desperately trying to be something I'm really not, just to fit in. And whether we want to accept it or not, that's what this culture or lack of culture is feeding us."comment.

My Interests

Ideas or the lack of them can cause disease.

I'd like to meet:

Most of the people I meet are naive, fake, or absolutely amazing.
But when someone makes you forget about what has happened in the past, you know there's no one else worth meeting.

Movies:



Heroes:



My Blog

ode à un garçon

Your eyes were moonlight tractor beams- hypnotic rocket ship machines pulling me into you. Eyes are their only constant cover, lovers hips and swollen lips, pretending to be loved. We could be physica...
Posted by beth is secondhand smoke on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 10:06:00 PST

Altered Lies, Altered Love.

It was in the march of the winter I turned seventeenThat I bought those pills I thought I would need. And I wrote a letter to my family. Said it's not your fault and you've been good to me, just latel...
Posted by beth is secondhand smoke on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 09:28:00 PST

love, actually.

"...And I just sort of realized that the assortment of boys and friends that I've had in my life, aren't worth the dissapointment I've suffered through every single one. These fickle people I decide t...
Posted by beth is secondhand smoke on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 09:07:00 PST

a trip in four parts.

    1Molly had simply been watching TV in her apartment and Ivan had just scored some psychedelic mushrooms from some guy at the Frontier. So the occasion called for a last minute trip ...
Posted by beth is secondhand smoke on Sat, 17 Nov 2007 02:07:00 PST

second trip around.

cart trucks - crack house - drunk ass - welfare checks - beat me wife - biker gangs - country settings - parties with dull children - juice face kids - kill them while you can. i promise it will hurt ...
Posted by beth is secondhand smoke on Sat, 06 Oct 2007 02:16:00 PST

game over.

ink stained skies and worlds of piesthat summer my hair was always wet, and i wore shorts every dayin the mornings i would feel a hole in me so deep that the sun coming in through the blinds couldn't ...
Posted by beth is secondhand smoke on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 04:16:00 PST

in the blood surogate.

 The contrived intesections between him and her, her and him, him and him, her and her.  All matters of a love we hear fair tales about, the fairest being that we must find the intersection ...
Posted by beth is secondhand smoke on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 09:00:00 PST

Ivan Livingston.

Back then I cherished him, we all did, and he was forever on a pedestal above everything.  He was above my family, my parents, and above all, my God.  Everyone always knew he would be there ...
Posted by beth is secondhand smoke on Fri, 04 May 2007 11:43:00 PST

we're basically too hot to trot.

When I first read this, I idly retorted with "it's because we're so hawt." I twinge that rape, alcoholism, and violence has become synonymous with the Native American culture. Clearly, things must cha...
Posted by beth is secondhand smoke on Sun, 06 May 2007 03:17:00 PST

the incoherency suits me.

prelude Here is Billy with a head full of hair Thick like her father's; What a smile           three years in Aztec the air is thick yellow heat S...
Posted by beth is secondhand smoke on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 04:44:00 PST