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I am known as Diana and I'm 20, almost 21 in May. I have been active since 9/11/03. My original account was/is: thelonebassist46. that's now my mule. I am very openminded and really hate shallow people.

I'm into photography and don't really have much in terms of expertise but I have been trying to hone my skills. So I guess that counts right?

I don't like those that incessantly beg for items. If you ask me to help you once, that's fine, but don't constantly beg for it. I'll donate if I see fit. And if I do donate, no matter how much, I'd like a thank you back. That's just common sense.

I work as a manager at a fast food restaurant and really find that little teenagers annoy me on Friday and Saturday nights b/c it never fails that they come in and make a mess and don't know how to clean up after themselves. I mean really. You aren't leaving tips, so I don't see the point in making us clean up after you. We're not your parents for Christs sake...

IF you need to know more, feel free to ask me.

This is me normally. (Though an outdated picture. circa 1/07)
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I am always questing for random items... Some worth alot in gold, some not so much.
But I am questing to get some of my old items back... need to know what they are, please ask.

Yes, I like Pikachu too... you wanna fight about it?
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I also love meeting new ppl and talking to ppl all around the US and other countries.


A poem by JM Huscher...

"Sparrow"

The sparrow was perched
on the edge of the garage roof
standing tall on thin legs with his
white chest pushed out,
craning his small neck to look across the yard
I wonder if he saw me, 12 years old
holding my brother’s bb gun
tight against my shoulder, winking at him
from the other end of the barrel.

There are things you must know
about killing a sparrow.

The military recruiters had their offices
two blocks away from the high school—
would offer to buy us lunch if we would
spend an hour taking the aptitude test.
I was good in Math. They said
I could work on one of the nuclear subs,
make more money than
most of the other kids from my class who had enlisted.
Sometimes the other kids would catch me after school,
their eyes wide and their hands shaking while
they told me what they had signed up for.
I always want to say something perfect.
but instead
found myself the pen
resting on a stack of letters
that said nothing out loud
but spent all day
whispering
prayers for safety.

The first thing you must know
about killing a sparrow
is the taste of salt
in your mouth and in your throat.
that leaves you sick to your stomach for days.
Well after you lift his body
from between the tulips
in your mother’s flowerbed
and hold it in your hands
so much lighter than the gun
you swear to yourself
you will never touch again
During college I got letters from them
with words like
“stationed” and “deployed” and “active duty.”
I prayed for snow where they were, hoping that
if winter came they would finally migrate home.
I imagined God,
with his head in his hands, crying his eyes out.
Sometimes I prayed
with my head in my hands, crying my eyes out.
Sometimes, I hear people saying things like
“war on terror” and “freedom” and “finish what we started.”
Sometimes, I didn’t say anything, and
it felt like swallowing a stick of dynamite.

The second thing you must know
about killing a sparrow
is the sound of his wings
panicked and smacking against the garage roof,
so much louder than the gun itself.
It sings in your ears for days
well after you turn him over
to see his wing bent impossibly upwards,
the black in his eyes as dark as a night
on which the moon decided
it could not bear to watch anymore.

Sometimes, there are no
phone calls or letters.
I don’t hear anything for months,
and the silence gets so thick
you could wrap yourself in it like a blanket
and sleep forever.
I still pray for snow, but
no one is listening.
I watch the news, but
don’t see anything.
The Pentagon won’t even let them show
caskets being unloaded
from the bellies of C-130s.
Won’t release footage of
soldiers being cut in half
by machine gun fire.
Won’t let us see
our sons and daughters
broken wings and
midnight black eyes.
Twisted bodies in the tulip garden.
We would not wage war so readily
or ask for peace so quietly.

The last thing you must know
about killing a sparrow
is that no matter how hard you try
you cannot forget the smell of blood.

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Poetry, rants, or whatever news I decide to share

I guess all in all, I just want you to read this and be happy and enjoy the merriment of it all.


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MissSelfDestruct

Report | 11/08/2010 10:17 am

MissSelfDestruct

Like your avi mrgreen
Cutiebirdgal

Report | 07/03/2010 1:18 pm

Cutiebirdgal

cool avi
Teriyaki Tsubaki

Report | 02/18/2010 6:33 am

Teriyaki Tsubaki

It still looks good though and that is the important thing. I am one of those people who want to put everything on at the same time and then it looks like crap.
Teriyaki Tsubaki

Report | 02/17/2010 2:33 pm

Teriyaki Tsubaki

Its me of course its cute!!
lol but I really like urs too
Silence_One_

Report | 02/16/2010 1:03 pm

Silence_One_

zDo it idc
Silence_One_

Report | 02/16/2010 12:54 pm

Silence_One_

What the ******** i am not i am just a nerd !!
Silence_One_

Report | 02/16/2010 12:17 pm

Silence_One_

******** you nerd!!
C H 1 K A R A

Report | 08/25/2009 1:33 pm

C H 1 K A R A

It's comforting too since people don't feel alone when they're going through hard times. But if it's something freaky and morbid, that's when people are allowed to get freaked.
C H 1 K A R A

Report | 08/25/2009 1:30 pm

C H 1 K A R A

I must agree, ma'am.
Serene Dementia

Report | 08/25/2009 1:07 pm

Serene Dementia

You're very welcome ^_^

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Oldbie from 2003. My old main acct was thelonebassist46.

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