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 Maureen's Profile |
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Have a nice day - and remember to match your accessories! |
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| Age: | 97 years old |
| Sex: | Female |
| Location: | WAXAHACHIE, Texas |
| Country: |  United States |
| Height: | 5' 10" |
| BodyType: | Slim / Slender |
| Zodiac: |  Gemini (May 21 - Jun 20) |
| Last Login: | Feb 23, 2008 (274 days back) |
About Me |
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I'm a novelist, compiling on-the-road rock and roll stories. Email me if you have any good ones, particularly from the 1970s. Background artwork: "Matamoe" by Gauguin. The "Be Delighted and Amazed" Section Sugar Blue One week of art: The "Useful Fodder for Me but You Might Like it Too" Section: Song For R. The Be Good Tanyas (Samantha Parton) You see people coming from all sides With their broken hearts and hollow eyes And you try to love but it's easier to hate When the seed that was planted was watered too late Oooh oh child Oooh oh child Your roots stretch down to grow up wild Roots stretch down to grow up wild It was late last night when the doorbell rang My brother in some trouble He stood shaking on the doorstep in the rain With a freight train pounding in his veins And I took him in and cleaned him up Gave him some water and I put him to bed Then I cried for the sadness of his life And his lonely struggle with addiction Friends say oh what a shame Mum says no one but himself to blame But I don't want to play that game 'cos I know the truth is not so plain Call it a hard life or a lack of love Call it passed down from his father Call it lack of faith in god above There are no easy answers He is just a child He is just a child Arms stretched out for love Arms stretched out for love Arms stretched out for love MORE One week of art: DEAD POETS SOCIETY (recorded by Slaid Cleaves as "Everette") Steve Brooks Tyger, tyger, burning bright, Through the forests of the night. Everette's was the hand and eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry. Everette, could cage it in a Line of thought, a line of verse. Everette knew what words were worth. And Everette's words were diamond words. Whenever you heard them, something stirred Inside of you. 'Cause that's what poets do. Oh, Everette, he never et A square meal in thirty years. But men don't live by bread alone, And you could find him any time, Slouched up on his high chair, Drinking scotch, And staring at his crotch. He slept on sofas, slept on floors. Some nights he slept out of doors. Napkin backs and envelopes Were the places Everette wrote His masterworks, And all of us young Turks Gathered up the scraps That Everette tossed into our laps. And that's how Everette won his fame: We'd print them under Everette's name, Every year or two, 'Cause that's what poets do. Who was the man behind the mask? None of us ever dared to ask. Poetry was Everette's shield and sword. Despair could be its own reward, When despair was polished hard, Until it shone, like a precious stone, Where all of the pain could sparkle through. 'Cause that's what poets do. And all of us at the Maple Leaf, Knew that he would come to grief. Some folks live so close to death, That you can swear you smell it on their breath Yes, poets dream, and poets drink, And poets live life on the brink. Poets smoke, and poets die, And if you ever ask them why, They'll tell you, they don't have a clue. They'll tell you, It's just what poets do. So, Everette's body turned to ash, And we all had a mighty bash. People came from near and far, To toast the bard at the bard's bar. We knew he would have done the same for us. And Everette, wherever you are, Leaning on some heavenly bar, Sloshed upon some sacred stool, Where God serves His holy fools - Even while you damn Him to His face - Everette, I know you've got His grace. And as I listened at your wake, I saw how only you could make A triumph out of tragedy, Tragedy into a divine comedy. Your words, your words have outlived you. 'Cause, Everette, That's what poets do. Jesca Hoop: Empty Ray LaMantagne She lifts her skirt up to her knees Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing I never learned to count my blessings I choose instead to dwell in my disasters Walk on down the hill Through the grass grown tall and brown And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain On past the busted back Of that old and rusted Cadillac That sinks into this field collecting rain Will I always feel this way So empty, so estranged Of these cutthroat busted sunsets These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me Lay your blouse across the chair Let fall the flowers from your hair And kiss me with that country mouth so plain Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves To me it sounds like they're applauding us The quiet love we make Will I always feel this way So empty, so estranged Well I looked my demons in the eye Laid bare my chest said do your best destroy me See I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit you kinda bore me There's a lot of things that can kill a man There's a lot of ways to die Yes and some already dead who walk beside you There's a lot of things I don't understand Why so many people lie Well it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you |
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My Interests |
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I'd like to meet:PEOPLE ARE STRANGE Uploaded by nqtv |
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Music:Blues, Indie, alternative, world.Musicians: I ruthlessly delete "friends" who pummel me with multiple daily bulletins. Just so you know before you invite me. Have a nice day! |
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Books:The books that inspired me to write: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (for spirit and style), A Wrinkle in Time (for imagination), To Kill a Mockingbird (for conscience), Anne Frank: Diary of a Young Girl (for heart). |
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My Background and Lifestyle |
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| MaritalStatus: | Married |
| SexualOrientation: | Straight |
| Hometown: | Chicago |
| Children: | Proud parent |
My Pictures |
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My Blog |
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Multiple Pen Names |
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| I will probably need a new pen name. I already have one, but my second book is so vastly different from my first I'll need to take on yet another identity so fans don't get confused or feel betrayed. ... Posted by Maureen on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 03:08:00 PST |
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The Mysterious Bill Gates and his Many Mysteries |
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| Fun for all...... Posted by Maureen on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 06:37:00 PST |
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SUVs |
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| SUVs are the new station wagon. The people who drive them are EXACTLY the same people who used to drive station wagons. The only difference between the drivers of SUVsand t
he drivers of minivans is th... Posted by Maureen on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 04:44:00 PST |
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Unicorns and Their Serial Killer Keepers |
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| In 1982, I was the unwilling sales help for a potter. Each year for the past three years, this potter had gathered up all his rag-ends and attempted to sell them to customers at King Richard's Faire, ... Posted by Maureen on Fri, 04 May 2007 03:43:00 PST |
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Disaster filtered through the mind of a comedian |
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| I know a comedian who performed in a club at the World Trade Center on the evening of September 10, 2001. He returned to his hotel room, then watched out his window the next morning as the buildings c... Posted by Maureen on Fri, 04 May 2007 06:10:00 PST |
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I probably started the urban legend of the Mexican Water Rat. |
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| TWO MAUREENS AND A TALL TALE
Y'all probably wonder where urban legends originate. And why they spread. And how long they've been around.
You've heard the story of the Mexican Water Rat... Posted by Maureen on Tue, 01 May 2007 07:12:00 PST |
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