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I'm The Unxplaind LadyX, and I'm a pedophiles dream. I do well at maintaining my innocence, Because unlike all of you mental whores, I know how to keep my legs closed. You see, I have a love that needs a lover, but my skin is too soft, too thin, too dead and alive to be touched by anyone. I have a brilliance that needs something to reflect off, that the world would not see the true source of but only the result. I wish I could let go of this ability to know what the worlds true colors are, this pure satisfaction I find in truly knowing that the world can be divided into squares and rectangles and only a few circles with pi as a known number, and millions of little triangles. Genuinity is always the centre of my desires, I don't care what it tastes like, feels like, looks like, or smells like, as long as it's the real fucking thing, and I'm as real as ever. And I call that perfect.

I want to truly be a part of the human race, I want to know why Im like this, God intended when s/he planned me. Because if there isnt a reason, I shouldnt be here.

I'm the sum of everything your mother warned you about when you were little.

THE TRUTH IS: You've never met anyone like me, you never will, and you don't want to. It seems like I am egotistical and self-absorbed, but in all reality, I'm not. It's just an act to fuel the eyes of my viewers, because deep down, I LOVE the melodrama, and I LOVE the conflict, So try to engage me for a purpose that you don't even understand.



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Monday, October 23, 2006

the heartbreak

Her: I just know how you feel. I mean I know you said you didnt want to fall in love,but I did want to let you know I love you. And its okay if you dont love me back as much as I love you.

Him: I do love you.  I care for you alot.  We have gone through so much together.  I cant ask you to stop loving me as much as you do, and I wont either.  I'm just sorry that i dont love you like you love me.


=Treasure=

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Monday, October 16, 2006

UPDATE!

so yeah
that promise didnt quite work out well, did it?

whats up with me-
=My bro JR got shot over the weekend
=I hate mrs jennings, and i don't hate individuals, so this is pretty major...
=Algebra sucks ass (and I try not to curse..also major)
=I suck at not cursing
=I heart Ragan and Stick...
=I'm due for a bf right about now...
=I'm tired of the computer...

thats about it...

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Tuesday, May 09, 2006

life

“and in the night we’ll wish this never ends

wish this never ends”

-Blink 182

Wow, life can be a bitch incarnate sometimes, eh? I know I’m breaking WAYY away from my normal way of telling life in something less crass, but right now I don’t give a damn. I feel so trapped and claustrophobic because of school, family (ha!), and life…

I would normally be ecstatic about school being out for the summer in less than thirteen days.. but I really don’t give a damn. I’m going to be working at On the Border (finally, a job!), I have a movie in the works (and I have a role in it), I’m single and okay with it… Life is good, right?

            Maybe.

I’m just not comfortable. Possibly something to do with the whole “crappy past couple of years” and “walking through fire without a burn” but still- am I missing something? Why is it never enough?

           

            Maybe its me.

            Maybe I’m never good enough.

-Treasure

and here is a poem, lover-

 

Sundust

 

Through my windowpane

On a Saturday afternoon

(another Memphis "winter" day)

drumbeats distant yet constant

filters through my windowpane

watching sundust drift,

land, and disappear

dancing fancy footwork

invisible tunes IGNITE

fire

watching/wishing

I too were invisible

--

 

Beyond all the writing

And really bad typing

I try to find the basis of this high

It has to do with everlasting love forever

Forever, Love, You, and I 

 

I try to rhyme or inspire something sad

But nothing but bliss is writ with the pen and the pad

I never want this feeling to die

We should stay like this forever

Forever, Love, You, and I 

 

Whatever sparked this reborn romance

Is the music that puts passion in my dance

Never wondering how or why

I will love like this forever

Forever, Love, You, and I 

 

This pure innocent petal the whole world desires

Is the one thing we’ve always admired

Love without questions and without having to try

A love that’s the same forever

Forever, Love, You, and I 

 

And when we feel it slipping away

All you have to do is let me hear you say

Three magical words floating to the sky

I Love You

Forever, Love, You, and I

 

 

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Sunday, April 09, 2006

drama=tragedy

Know this, darling, and know it well-
Drama is tragedy sent from hell

I know it was a complete cop-out to post those ridiculous quizzes intead of a real update. But I had to get my mind off of things for a bit. So here it is. My drama. Pay attention.

DISCLAIMER: I did not curse out, kill, shank, castrate (mentally or physically), or otherwise harm any of the following people: the driver’ education substitute, my geometry teacher, my assistant principal, my boyfriend, or any of my other close acquaintances. (And the order I say things is so very important, so feel free to read the disclaimer over to make sure you completely understand.)

The GOOD:
It wasn’t my fault.

The BAD:
I was royally pissed off, unnecessarily written up, possibly cheated on, and reminded of past non-good experiences.

The UGLY:
It so wasn’t my fault.


To elaborate…
Thursday started okay. But as soon as school started, so did the drama. My DE techer wasn’t here but I didn’t think it would be a problem seeing how all I do in there is text on my cell and do my geometry hw. But the sub snatched  my calculator and then my book (I don’t know why in that order- guess cuz she thought I was a stereotypical black person who cant do sh*t in my head. Go figure). Whatever. Then she wanted to say something to me and throw my book at me after class. Some of the other people had my back and started “talking” to her. She got madder but I felt better so all was pretty much okay.
    We had an assembly about class schedules for next year. Then I found out one of my good friends mother died, and that made me really sad and contemplative, cuz my mom has been sick… and that goes somewhere I don’t EVEN want to think about. But anyways, I sat with him, listened, and thought. Then I got kinda angry because the assembly didn’t take as long as I thought it would. And I had to go back to geom. Everyone at WSHS know I don’t believe in the dress code. But because I REALLY didn’t want to be in class that day, she just frickin HAD to say something about my shirt (okay, it was black, but I’ve been wearing that black shirt all year, and not.a.word.). So she wrote me up. And I called my mom. (everyone who knows my mom knows… not a good thing ESPECIALLY since she’s not too fond of mrs. underwood.). Mr. C. Williams was so cool about it and he thinks he knows one of my cousins from AR… (whatever).  
    My mom gets there around fifth per. and brings me a green shirt (not after me buying one from ROTC and not before she goes ALL THROUGH my room…had to talk to her about that but I didn’t because I really rather for her to be mad at my teachers than at me, lol) And she’s mad at hell at mrs. u and wants to tell her that.. First she clears the conference with mrs boyd and boyd talks to her like my mom is a child (which reminds me about a certain incident last year during which she called me a street-walker eh hem…). So this further infuriates my mom and so she goes up to mrs u’s room (she’s on a CANE, remember) and words are exchanged (“she’s teaching” yeah right) and then she SLAMS THE DOOR IN MY MOM’s FACE. My mom gets gangsta and says she’ll wait til mrs u gets out of class. Apparently she calls mrs boyd on the phone in her room cuz next thing we kno9w here comes that heiffer walking (storming) down the hall towards us. She yells at me to get back to class, but HA its my lunchtime now. She tells me to go to lunch. Anad I say no. My mom laughs and then mrs boyd gets madder and tells her that she needs to go or she’ll call security.  (and officer robinson’s punk a-- is gonna do what???)
    So that was that. Then she called me a liar and a child. And I felt a very strong urge to grab my scissors conveniently located in my purse…
    So then I took a test sixth period and took notes seventh. Bell rang. I do believe steam was coming out of my ears still but I went to my usual after school hangout. Where my buddy, chris was acting all man-whorish. And totally reminded me of D (from last year). SO I was mad because he loves Brit so much but he still has his “playboy” tendencies. And he knows he better not hurt my girl… (yes, chris, you better not… my scissors are still intact ^__^ <<so  serious )
    Got home and talked to my bf. He told me he got his dick sucked by some whore (ho) at his school. That doesn’t bother me as much because I wasn’t ever going to. But he didn’t kiss her. But I’m still angry because he acts like he doesn’t want to talk to me anymore. And I’m sick of all the games, drama, and bullshit.

Drama=Tragedy.
Know this.

Tired to death and I hope someone took the time to actually read this.

I love you.

Treasure. Or Lady X with that angry vendetta!!!

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Tuesday, March 07, 2006

promises

radio music sucks. and yes kids, i'm still grounded. only a couple more weeks, and you all can know whats been going on... i promise A HUGE UPDATE. k?

love
-tre

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