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| [ NYC 001 ] |
[Friday
August 8th, at 12:28pm] |
I made a myspace today.
I had a music page or something like that at purevolume.com, but I myself don't even look through the page, only my own. I had a little look around myspace before deciding to it. Some of these parents need to start watchin' what their kids are doing on the internet. And some of these parents need to get off the internet themselves! It's a music myspace. I just put up some songs and a few pictures of myself, and a lot of background about my music and my influence and inspiration and what not. I had four friends requests today. Two were by some other bands, that I had a listen to and didn't like, but I added 'em anyway, and then they got back to me just as quick saying, "Thanks for the add!" Like I'm the one that went lookin' for them, askin' to be their friend or something. Then there was one by this undressed kinda lookin' girl. I got a message with it, too, saying something about "Hey hottie, remember we chatted last night?" So I deleted that, and blocked and warned her and all them other red X buttons they put up to try to get someone kicked off. The last request was some kid. I went to his page and it says he's from New York, so maybe he's actually seen me play. I went through his pictures and let me tell you! I was almost in tears at the sight of this young thing. I added him and all that, and when he got back with one of those damn, "Thanks for the add!" I sent a comment back.
How safe is it to have sex with someone you meet on the internet? Well lemme back up a little bit here... It says he's 21, he works at an Urban Outfitter -- which I've never been to -- so I'm guessin' he's in college or lives with his parents. In any event, I'm thinkin' he's in New York only part time. I figured, bad as this might make me sound, if he's actually interested in my music then sleeping with me'll make his day. Becaue of all these thoughts, and the fact that ain't no one ever said differently, I think I turned into one of those pervy old ladies, ya know? I mean I usually tell a kid I'm in my late twenties, early thirties and they go for it. So it seems there are some pervy young men at there themselves. I don't feel too bad about none of it, if that's the case.
So I've got a music myspace. Look me up, I guess.
Oh and, I like a lot of my physical parts. My hair, 'cause it ain't really gray yet... my size, 'cause I'm... well it's got a lot to do with the above mentioned things. Physically I think I'm alright.
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| [ 006 ] |
[Wednesday
August 6th, at 11:08pm] |
Who: Brave T. Lyoni and friends (anyone)
Where: The Internet
When: Anytime
What: Myspace Profile
[ Please label your comments with the following subject titles (so that I know what's happening): ]
* "Request": Signifying a friends request. Requests Brave as a friend to your character's myspace. Will most likely be replied to with subject title "Added" and a corny little comment for your character's myspace.
* "Comment"/"Picture Comment" Public comments viewable to anyone who visits Brave's myspace.
* "Message" Private message viewable only to Brave and your character.
* "Action" If your character listens to her songs, adds her as a favorite, checks out her pictures, etc. These are most likely private actions unless otherwise listed.
( WWW.MYSPACE.COM/BRAVELYONIMUSIC )
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| [ INTRODUCTION ] |
[Thursday
June 19th, at 1:16am] |
 My name is Brave T. Lyoni and I am a singer/songwriter. I was born in the south on the fourth of July, and that just pleased the piss out of my parents. "Home o' the free, land o' my Brave," my daddy used to say. He went and left my ma when I was still young. Lucky. I liked her, I loved her even, but she thought about everything so negative, it's something a kid just doesn't want to be around all day long. Whenever my daddy came to pick me up she'd ask me to pretend like we were starvin' and we needed so much from him. I never really cared none, though, I was just fine, and I don't like pretending. I didn't have any kind of rough childhood or anything though. I hate hearing people apologize for the way I grew up. It's no one's fault, and it's the common thing today, isn't it?
I've been moving around most of my life, and I think it means I'm supposed to. I came to New York some months ago, trying to be a model. Around the south I got told I had a cute face and I look awfully young, so I went to a casting call type thing and told 'em I was about 22 when I was really 33. I said I was left on a doorstep and never had a real birthday, so it was just a guess. I thought my story would make me seem endearing. They told me 5'6 is too short for modelling, but asked to see my portfolio anyway. I don't have a portfolio though, so I decided to start playing my guitar in bars and things like that. I write my own songs, but I don't play those for people, I do covers. I was featured in a couple of music magazines as unsigned and undiscovered talent, and I opened for Citizen Cope once. One of my covers was even on a movie soundtrack, so my rent isn't too hard to pay.
I was married once, but it ain't nothing worth talking about. He stole my cash and had some bad children from some old girlfriends. We called it quits before we even started things. Ever since, I've been dating guys usually younger than me. Hopefully I can share some music and a little bit of my life with someone else trying to make something of themself at this age.
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