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About Me

My name is Britney

But call me Breet

I figure you don't want to know my entire life story, so I'll stick to the basics.

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Singing is my life.
Writing is my passion.
Acting is my release.
I'm not afraid to dance by myself, in fact, I rather enjoy it.

The human face is a canvas.
Make up is my medium of choice.

I want at least six tattoos.
Body modification is beautiful.
I want to be walking art.

The best way to get to know me is to read my poetry and to ask me questions.

Of course, you could listen to it as well
www.myspace.com/queenbreetI do not tolerate racism.
I do not tolerate gay bashing
I do not tolerate assholes.
There are too many wonderful, interesting people to waste time on them

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Tupac.
But I suppose you'll do.In all seriousness, I'm looking to meet other artists, of all types.Poets who know of good venues for performance, or have comments on my work,Musicians looking for a vocalist,Photographers in search of a model,And anyone who can offer me interesting conversation.View All Friends | View Blog

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My Blog

In Celebration of My Butt

Here, I celebrate my Butt. It is large, round, obtrusive, Protruding into the world with an unapologetic sexuality that I can do nothing about. My butt is Bold. It refuses to be hidden, even in the ...
Posted by on Thu, 22 May 2008 20:21:00 GMT

My Mothers Daughter

My mother died on August 21, 1996 She was her mother's favorite daughter. It was August in Florida, It was hot.    My mother's mother isn't dead but she's dying, And everyone's trying to f...
Posted by on Thu, 22 May 2008 20:20:00 GMT

My Rose

This is the culmination of a poem I've been trying to write for years. Suprising, I know becuase it's not  very long. But that's been just the issue. I've recently discovered that length isn't th...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 23:30:00 GMT

Breathless

new poem. you know I love your feedback.               Breathless         We say nothing, But in this case, silence is not golden It is h...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 08:05:00 GMT

Angry.

 I am dumbstruck, sitting slack jawed and teary eyed, staring at the words before me. Mind you, they are tears of frustration, not sadness. I feel no regret for you, no nostalgia, no words of kee...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 23:19:00 GMT

Life of a Casserole

Here's an article that I recently wrote for one the student publications on campus. It's pretty self explanatory. If you have any thought on the subject, I'd love to hear them.       Th...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 17:26:00 GMT

Silver

This is and old piece that I recently revamped. Jealousy may be the ugliest emotion, but it makes for good poetry.           Silver           She's co...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 12:08:00 GMT

Make Up

I feel like this is pretty self explanitory.  Born of a pretty petty frustration. Enjoy.     Make up   Every morning I wake up And make up My mind To apply make up To make up F...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Dec 2006 20:13:00 GMT

"No"

"No" I let that word slip from my lips- The way honey drips from a comb. Tracing its curvatures with my tongue Letting it run- With a liquid loveliness from my mouth to his ears I allowed myself to f...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 22:55:00 GMT

Cynical.

    Mm Yes This feels like it could be something good I Knew it would It Has to It's still new-   I'd like it when you planned that line You had me in mind But I don't care Baby lay...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 11:12:00 GMT