mmm, good bourbon... But you know that feeling in the pit of your stomach the day after drinking some of that good bourbon (even if it's very good bourbon)? Do you suppose that would be mitigated if the good bourbon were free? If anyone knows, Tianna does.
I only know true things about Tianna. As
do you. All the amazing things about
her, especially the contradictory ones,
are absolutely true.
Tianna is a shapeshifter. A polymorphic
siren who's as easy to know as she is
hard to understand. She instinctively
senses just how to be so that whether
you're a rockstar, grandmother, or
computer geek, you feel totally at ease.
Incredibly, it's all genuine. Yet
somehow, despite that almost
maddening sincerity, she keeps an aura
of mystique that grants her permanent
residence in the thoughts of those she
knows.
Tianna is afraid that she isn't human. I
might describe her as too human. Never
afraid to feel what she feels, she may
mistake saturation for detachment. But
those who love her, and there are many,
know that she lives and cares with an
intensity born of eyes that see. If her
soul is more weary than her smile
admits, it's only from experiencing the
world more fully than most can imagine.
Tianna is my hero on so many levels. I
lived in her room for three months, one
of which was in her bed with her and
she didn't make me feel like I was
crowding her even though it was really
crowded in that windowless skinner
box. She has hot boy friends who are
smart and her girl friends are hot and
cool and not stuck up. She makes
Williamsburg ok for me. She makes
good music and can rock a pair of
overalls like no one's business. Her
black pants make her butt look amazing
and her boots are like a cowboys, only
different. She helps to balance out the
boy vibes of the independent media
world. Rebel radio girls UNITE! Form of
pirate transmission! Over and out, the
FCC are at the door again.
Tianna has a pilgrim face. I don't feel bad saying
that because I told her first. She speaks in a
frequency range sometime beyond/beside what I
can hear. but that's ok/
kennedy!
you're neded on level 2!
their is a break in the main gas line!
assitance needeed!
kennedy we're trapped on level 2
call sergeant smith!
oh my god what's that....oh my god,,,,,
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
H!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
let me try some of these maneuvers
on you: what time are we going to eat?
dig this: have you seen "the plumber"
directed by peter weir? grab a hold of
these: when he sings "i'm me babe" is
he really "me"?
I don't know Tianna all that well, but I
recently discovered that she is the
missing link on friendster between me
and everyone I've ever known and lost
touch with in my entire life. Her and that
La Laque character...
Much like the sun, Tianna is a warm,
glowing entity about which all else
revolves, and someday we will be
swallowed up into her hellacious inferno.
But like I said, I don't really know her all
that well.
I believe that Tianna has been
threatening to cook me a meal pretty
much since I met her, but thus far it has
been idle. I mean, we are influenced by
the same food, so it would make sense
for us to break bread together. That is
to say, we would break bread together
were it not for her life threatening wheat
allergy. Regardless, suffice it to say that
all threats have been exaggerated. I
cannot admit to recalling the details, but
I'm sure they're in there somewhere,
along with the devil in all likelihood. If
Tianna had a hammer, you'd better
believe she'd hammer in the morning.
Moreover, you'd be lucky to witness the
proceedings. At press time, however, it
remains unclear.
Malaria survivor, musician, multi-
tasker, mary-esque (she could pull off
an immaculate conception if need be).
One appellation she gave me
perpetually reminds me I have alot of
shit to do in this life and that even
if I am insane, it is a net good and
appreciated somewhere in the
universe.
every encounter w/ tianna reveals how
metaphysically challenged i truly am.
her music is a barage of virile cultural
grape-shot stochastity. having a drink
w/ her is like watching beuysian media
operatives do-si-do-ing w/ the detritus
of the gran 'ol opry.
Testimonials and Comments for Tianna
do you. All the amazing things about
her, especially the contradictory ones,
are absolutely true.
Tianna is a shapeshifter. A polymorphic
siren who's as easy to know as she is
hard to understand. She instinctively
senses just how to be so that whether
you're a rockstar, grandmother, or
computer geek, you feel totally at ease.
Incredibly, it's all genuine. Yet
somehow, despite that almost
maddening sincerity, she keeps an aura
of mystique that grants her permanent
residence in the thoughts of those she
knows.
Tianna is afraid that she isn't human. I
might describe her as too human. Never
afraid to feel what she feels, she may
mistake saturation for detachment. But
those who love her, and there are many,
know that she lives and cares with an
intensity born of eyes that see. If her
soul is more weary than her smile
admits, it's only from experiencing the
world more fully than most can imagine.
But I only know true things about Tianna.
lived in her room for three months, one
of which was in her bed with her and
she didn't make me feel like I was
crowding her even though it was really
crowded in that windowless skinner
box. She has hot boy friends who are
smart and her girl friends are hot and
cool and not stuck up. She makes
Williamsburg ok for me. She makes
good music and can rock a pair of
overalls like no one's business. Her
black pants make her butt look amazing
and her boots are like a cowboys, only
different. She helps to balance out the
boy vibes of the independent media
world. Rebel radio girls UNITE! Form of
pirate transmission! Over and out, the
FCC are at the door again.
that because I told her first. She speaks in a
frequency range sometime beyond/beside what I
can hear. but that's ok/
you're neded on level 2!
their is a break in the main gas line!
assitance needeed!
kennedy we're trapped on level 2
call sergeant smith!
oh my god what's that....oh my god,,,,,
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
H!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
on you: what time are we going to eat?
dig this: have you seen "the plumber"
directed by peter weir? grab a hold of
these: when he sings "i'm me babe" is
he really "me"?
recently discovered that she is the
missing link on friendster between me
and everyone I've ever known and lost
touch with in my entire life. Her and that
La Laque character...
Much like the sun, Tianna is a warm,
glowing entity about which all else
revolves, and someday we will be
swallowed up into her hellacious inferno.
But like I said, I don't really know her all
that well.
threatening to cook me a meal pretty
much since I met her, but thus far it has
been idle. I mean, we are influenced by
the same food, so it would make sense
for us to break bread together. That is
to say, we would break bread together
were it not for her life threatening wheat
allergy. Regardless, suffice it to say that
all threats have been exaggerated. I
cannot admit to recalling the details, but
I'm sure they're in there somewhere,
along with the devil in all likelihood. If
Tianna had a hammer, you'd better
believe she'd hammer in the morning.
Moreover, you'd be lucky to witness the
proceedings. At press time, however, it
remains unclear.
tasker, mary-esque (she could pull off
an immaculate conception if need be).
One appellation she gave me
perpetually reminds me I have alot of
shit to do in this life and that even
if I am insane, it is a net good and
appreciated somewhere in the
universe.
metaphysically challenged i truly am.
her music is a barage of virile cultural
grape-shot stochastity. having a drink
w/ her is like watching beuysian media
operatives do-si-do-ing w/ the detritus
of the gran 'ol opry.