Frankie and Johnny

Frankie and Johnny were lovers
Oh lord, how they could love
Swore to be true to each other
Just as true as the stars above
He was her man, but he done her wrong

Well, Frankie went down to the corner
To get a bucket of beer
She said to the fat bartender
"Has my loving Johnny been here?
He was my man, I think he's doing me wrong"

"Well, I don't want to cause you no trouble
And I don't want to tell you no lies
But I saw your man about an hour ago
With that high-browed Nellie Bly
He was your man, I think he's doing you wrong"

She took a cab at the corner
And said "Driver step on this can
For you're looking at a desperated girl
Been two-timed by her man
He was my man, but he done me wrong"

Then Frankie went home in a hurry
She didn't go there for fun
Frankie went home to get a-hold
Of Johnny's shooting gun
He was her man, but he done her wrong

Frankie peeked over the transom
And there to her surprise
She saw her loving-man Johnny
With that high-browed Nellie Bly
He was her man, and he was doing her wrong

Then Frankie pulled back her kimono
And she pulled out a small .44
And root-e-toot-toot three times she shot
Right through that hardwood door
He was her man, but he done her wrong

"Well roll me over on my left side
Roll me over so slow,
Roll me over on my left hand side, Frankie,
Them bullets hurt me so,
I was your man, but I done you wrong"

Now, bring round your ruber-tired buggy
And bring round your rubber-tired hack
I'm taking my man to the graveyward
I ain't gonna bring him back
He was my man, but he done me wrong

Well this story has no moral
And this story has got no end
Well the story just goes to show  you women
That there ain't no good in men
He was her man, but he done her wrong

99 Truths

1. Full Name: Tara Marie Brown
2. Nickname: bunny
3. Zodiac Sign: Libra
4. Male or Female: Female
5. Elementary School: ---------
6. High School: ---------
7. College: U of A hopefully.
8. Hair Color: Black and Purple
9. Tall or Short: 5’7
10. Religon: Wiccan
11. Sweats or Jeans: Jeans
12. Phone or Camera: Camera<3
13. Health Freak: Nah
14. Orange or Apple: Orange
15. Do you have a girlfriend/ boyfriend?: Nope
16. Eat or Drink: Eat :)
17. Eye Color: Hazel
18. Pepsi or Coke: Root beer
HAVE YOU EVER?
19. Been in an airplane: Nope
20. Been in a relationship: Yes
21. Been in a car accident: Yes
22. Been in a fist fight: Yes
FIRST AND LAST:
23. First piercing: Ears. Yes and Tongue
24. First love: Johnny
25. First award: Attendanc
26. First unnatural hair color: Blue
27. First word : Momomom
28. First curse word: Thunder balls
29. Last person you talked to in person: Tammy
30. Last person you texted: Justin
31. Last person you watched a movie with: Jack and Tammy
32. Last food you ate: Muffins
33. Last movie you watched: Peter Pan
34. Last song you listened to: Pick up the Phone by FIR
35. Last thing you bought: Rabbit Food
36. Last person you hugged: Tammy
FAVORITE:
37. Food: SUBWAY!
38. Drink: Root Beer with Sprite
39. Bottoms: My good-lookin-butt pants :D
40. Top: Band t-shirt
41. Animal: Bunny
42. Colors: don't have one
43. Movies: A Clockwork Orange, Peter Pan, Tangled, Rocky Horror Picture Show,
44. Favorite Subject: English
HAVE YOU EVER: (Put an X in the brackets if yes)
45. [x] Gotten Baptized.
46. [X] Celebrated Halloween.
47. [x] Had your heart broken…
48.[x] Went over the minutes/texts on your cell phone.
49. [x] Had someone question your sexual orientation.
51. [] Got pregnant.
52. [] Had an abortion.
53. [x] Did something you regret.
54. [x] Broke a promise.
55. [X] Hid a secret.
56. [X] Pretended to be happy.
57. [X] Met someone who changed your life.
58. [x] Pretended to be sick.
59. [] Left the country.
60. [X] Tried something you normally wouldn’t try and liked it.
61. [X] Cried over the silliest thing.
62. [x] Ran a mile.
63. [X] Went to the beach with your best friend.
64. [x] Got into an argument with your friends.
65. [x] Dated someone
66. [X]Worn mens underwear
CURRENTLY:
67. Eating: Nothing
68. Drinking: Nothing
69. Listening to: Falling In Reverse
70. Sitting/Laying: Sitting
71. Plans for today: Sleep
72. Waiting for: Something to Happen
YOUR FUTURE:
73. Want kids: No
74. Want to get married: No
75. Career: NO FREAKING IDEA
WHICH ONE in a significant other:
76. Lips or Eyes: Eyes, although soft lips are a turn on.
77. Shorter or Taller: Taller
78. Romantic or Spontaneous: Spontaneous
79. Fork or Spoon: Fork
80. Coffee or Tea: Coffee
81. Hook-up or Relationship: Hook up. Relationship
82. Looks or Personality: Looks attract me, personality keeps me hooked.
HAVE YOU EVER:
83. Lost glasses/contact: ALL THE TIME.
84. Snuck out of a house: MAAAAAYBE
85. Held a gun/knife for self defense: Ya
86. Killed somebody: No.
87. Broken someone’s heart: Idk
88. Met Neil Patrick Harris: No
89. Cried when someone/something died: Yes
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
90. Yourself: I know what I can and cant do
91. Miracles: Sure.
92. Love at first sight: Yup aka Lust.
93. Heaven: No.
94. Dreams coming true: Yeah.
95. Angels: In a Kind
96. Kiss on the first date: Yes :)
TRUTHFULLY:
97. Is there anyone you want to be with right now: Yeah.
98. Do you know who your real friends are? No
99. Do you believe in God: No.

Ballerina

I will never see the ballet. I will die as he goes with her. I will be alone for the rest of my few days. He doesn't know or he doesn't care. I won't feel the emotion the ballerinas invoke with there every move. She will make him happy. That happiness kills me because I can not give that to him. This faceless woman is more to him than me, she is who he chooses to see such things with. She is what is meant for him but my heart cant seem to accept that he wants to feel with her not me. I want it to be with me but I know he shouldn't. I want to fight but I don't know how. So I will just sit, in my dark room and listen to the rushing in my ears as my tears fall. My love I could not tell him of now chokes me. My mind torments me with images of them together and my inside shrink a little more. The pain stops my breath and my brain becomes cloudy as I fall onto the floor. My dreams chase me in my head. Ballerinas with spikes gallop after me. I watch with trepidation and amazement from above it all. How is this so strangely hypnotizing? In this hall of red I run forever. I look so clumsy and ugly. My chest heaves and puffs out irregular breaths. I hear there slow methodical breath in my ears. My mask of make-up runs ruined down my face. A woman with a blurred face jumps on top of me. She holds my wrists in her hands as I shake struggle to get away. My insanity shows as she sits astride me calm as a willow tree in the breeze. I am rabid compared to her is perfection. "Your time here is done." "He never needed you, you knew that." My cries turn to screams. "NO STOP DON'T SAY IT! DON'T!" She breaths even breaths as she takes a razor blade from her between her breasts. " You have no reason to linger." I scream the scream of a woman murdered as her blade runs across both my wrists. My scream is the last sound I make as in the waking world a blood vessel in my brain bursts and my heart tumbles to a stop. He will never know. He will never ask. No one will think to tell him of my death.

This Is Jack. . . . My Sister Boyfriend. And My Buddy. :)

Mood: Tired
Song: My Baby by Pearl Jam
Book: Storm of Visions

Hungry Wrds

Dear, Tru

Hello to you, you handsome beast you. I am still on break but the time is fast approaching. Trepidation and curiosity. Aren't those such nice big words? So scary and consuming. They are hungry words. You can feel them way down deep. Words that can just swallow you up. A kind of excitement just speeds your blood and makes you shake. A craving for things you cannot define. An unknown world of the most fascinating things. Whispers just seem to find there way in to your ears. On one side of the looking glass a world of cold darkness awaits to envelop you in its depths and on the other a world of warm rainbows dances before your tear stained eyes. A sense of foreboding mixed with butterfly wings makes your tummy tingle. You can choose but you must understand neither is as they seem. There is no absolute good or absolute evil. Both have certain aspects of the other but what you seek and what you find may not be the same. First you must truly understand what you want. What is it you want my dearest Tru? What makes your soul scream that haunting scream I hear so deep inside you?

Mood: thoughtful
Song: White Rabbit by Egypt Central
Book: in between

Christmas. . . . .

Dear, Tru
 So I'm watching Ice Age: 3. We had X-Mas yesterday. I hate holidays. They always get me stuff I don't like or really want. Mother got me a pink and a blue nail polish. I usually only wear black. She got me blue and green basket thingies I'm almost sure Ill never use. My two colors I hate are blue and brown. :( I don't have a favorite color. They're all the same except those two. She got me two kinds of eyeliner one I don't like because it runs super horrible and its the little cheapo kind that I have like a million of. The other kind is what I told her when she asked what I wanted. I don't really want anything except books. I LOVE BOOKS. They are my favorite thing. That's is the only thing I have ever really asked for. Mother wanted to feel good about her self and buy her kids presents. I have tried to explain my feelings on the subject to her but she doesn't care. And Bob got me this computer. I definitely didn't want anything from him but mother was all like ask him for something expensive. He always gets them cool things and he keeps forgetting my birthdays and such but honestly. . . .well. . . . actually hurts a lot to have it thrown in your face every year just how much he loves them more than me but i don't care. I don't want fake gifts with hidden agendas just to make them feel better about them selves. They just rub my nose in all there "generosity". I can't wait to be done with these people. My sister got me some good gifts but now she is making me get her gifts. I had planned on going to the mall and letting her pick out something awesome from Spencers but it stings that the choice was taken from me. That she is making me do it out of guilt. Now I hope you like a shopping spree at the Dollar store. Mwahahahahaha! No, I couldn't do that but I wish I could. My mom would get all mad. She has a painfully obvious control disorder. She controls everything. I would hate to be so far up everyone's butt that she knows everything. Or at least she thinks so. She says she always tells the truth but that is the biggest lie she tells us. I hate how much she cares about what other people think. "Its all about presentation, honey" God those words couldn't make me more mad! Sometimes she reminds me of the villain from Tangled. "Now I'm the bad guy." My mother also got me a pair of matching BLUE gloves with scarf, the kind of candy I don't like, granny panties, socks, and a black hat she got both me and my sister. No lilies. . . . . again. I hate the holidays. . . </3
                                                             Love,
                                                               Painfully Confussed
Mood: Dissapionted
Song: Santa's Pissed by Motionless In White
Book: Staked

My Friend Jack Put This On My Wall. :)

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