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About lisaprose

30 something escaped the small-town life and the effects of 90's grunge to get a high priced degree without the desire to get a high paying job. Currently I work some random jobs of no importance (see slightly above min wage) and I have a one woman and a few students show called People keep telling me to write a book. Sometimes its a commentary on my ability to gab and sometimes its because people connect with what I'm saying and how I'm saying it. I have had a lot of ups and downs and some interesting thoughts. I've helped myself and had help to get out of "poverty" but I'm technically still IN poverty. I'm sort of working on that. It's complicated. Basically I have a point of view and enough intelligence to share. If you want to talk with me I'd love to do that. If you want to argue with me that's okay too but I reserve the right to block, ignore, or post all correspondence I receive. If you do want to argue because I incite some sort of rage please keep this in mind: no matter what I do or say or what bad day I have or triggers I fall upon--my aim is to have a positive effect. I often fail. Sometimes I can see when I've screwed up and sometimes it takes forever for me to see it. But when I do I will not only apologize but also try to make up for it. I am just another person trying to make it on this human infested planet.... p.s. they won't let me link this as its on weebly. :O ^ I do music with kids. :)


some of the stuff on here is utter crap. some of it im really proud of. Im still gonna recylce this on steemit because ITS MINES. and plus I upgraded the mofo.

Lima Being


so many thoughts, not enough types

First surgery, then friend stuff, now the insane holiday hours. It’s effing nonstop. NON. STOP. my gahd. 

I’m too tired to think, let alone type. But I’m forcing myself to do it without actually having a goal or thesis or even a story. Basically this is really gonna suck for whomever is reading this. 

I could mention that there is a tv show called SUPER STORE which is clearly about Walmart, but I feel it really, really fails to deliver the tragic reality of such a job/workplace. I mean, this is a store that has a website dedicated to harassing the poorly dressed customers that frequent the place (another reason why I stopped wearing pajamas to the grocery store.. mufukin everybody a gotcha journalist these days~~)  I have been thinking about creating such a tv show for a year now about the happenings in my place of work, which shall not be named, and the personal stories of the customers and workers. I would want it to be funny, but also very real. Clerks would be closer to what I’m looking for except that its just those idiots talking rather than actual stories highlighting the insanity of the retail experience. 

And now I’m too tired to write more.

I’m posting again because I haven’t posted anything in way too long so don’t read this cuz ..yea..

sleep oertakes me. my mind has been going in a million different directions since I was silent on this blog thing. I constantely think of things I wanna say but im so afraid of not saying it right. Sometimes I think my life is a movie. People I meet have excellent dialogue. Other times I feel as if its a poorly written novel and wondering when (if at all) the plot will thicken. Perhaps I should add some flour. That said, I can’t add flour to everything. I suppose I just need to meet some more interesting people or hook up with someone. Safely, of course. On second thought I think I’m just gonna watch the latest episode of Agents of Shield that I missed while I was hunting for crafting supplies yesterday. Yes, hunting. I found a stockpile. One step closer to having stuff that resembles birthday and/or christmas presents. Happy Holidays. >.< 

An Open Letter to Myself (not at 6, not at one hundred, but today)

Dear Self of Today,

Just because you are “young” and “feelin kinda good” doesn’t mean you can bust off the change of your doctor ordered light duty. Sure, you miss the feel of the wind on your face, getting to work quickly, and feeling like a badass for getting exercise in the most convenient way possible. Furthermore, just because you had a bad day, are sore, and feel like you hae worked hard enough to earn a treat doesn’t mean you should buy, and eat and entire bag of doritos. Sure, it was cheaper to get the big bag. Well, it would have been if you had spread it out. I love you, but, get it together!!


Also Self of Today

Look, Another Bad Project By ME

I’m doing a FUNdraiser for a couple months in pursuit of following a whim. I want more people to think of “homelessness” as a level/variation. Staying in a shelter is not the beginning and its NOT the END. We can do some things to help people on their journey. Bring the joy of denial through pampering.

^^ this is just money but that helps too.

COming soon are details on a luxury toiletries drive: lotions, perfume, makeup… etc.

Sick Life. SicK Beat. You + Me (sic).




so; thus: usually written parenthetically to denote that a word, phrase, passage, etc., that may appear strange or incorrect has been written intentionally or has been quoted verbatim: He signed his name as e. e. cummings (sic).

The universe is tellin me that I’m swellin in with gifts– Even though your thoughts are swift– I rock the past participle presence in the chex mix– master the bastard but it doesn’t make sense. It may appear strange or incorrect but I feel like you love me and I love you. Whats love got to do? Love doesn’t pay these bills or put clothes on the babies backs. Love creates heart attacks– love is cholestoral fat butterball baby love melts the candle wax while tryna burn the midnight oil. Love is silly shit. Thats not life. Silly shit doesn’t equal respect. The golden beast of life is our big britches beggin for love from empty places where souls get sick. 

sic1or sick

verb (used with object)sicked or sicced


 [sikt] (Show IPA), sicking or siccing.


to attack (used especially in commanding a dog):

Sic ’em!

to incite to attack (usually followed by on).

Souls sicked on_ I build the bricks on, whatever sticks on, chewing gum and duct tape_Abruptly disgust wakes the part of my heart that hates_ I’m sick, I need a fix of oxygen to understand my thoughts again_ I woke up screaming with holes in my body_ We both, sucked up into lust, bobbing_silly, bougie, bouncing boobies dance in dilapidated apartment on the floor but nothing mattered when you looked into my eyes. I’m sick. I need to get well. 

Sic semper tyrannis

[seek sem-per tyrahn-nis; English sik sem-per ti-ran-is]

thus always to tyrants (motto of the State of Virginia).

And thus I find myself in a “state” of Virginia_Prostituting myself for scraps of joy__I’ve got a bridge in Arizona, I can sell water toys__Thus to slaughter and annoy__the branded prep school golden boy__he wants to get wild with me__Thus always using stylists, drawing circles on my software_Its time to get SIC, to attack, my love is to big to fail_Thus my faerie minions do my bidding__Thus this is the beginning_ Thus “we” (sic) pissing poetry, bleeding prose, and crusting over my shit which yes, smells like roses. Don’t forget.

Thus always to tyrants. I fell for you once. Here I am again. 

Now you move on and on, sadly (sic).