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Hi guyz,

I'm a cyber artist and this is my blog. You can look at my blog and see my drawings if you like art. If you are very romantic, you can look at my poems. If you want to know if you like something, you can read my reviews.

You can "ask" me something and I'll tell it to you.

http://tizia.tumblr.com/ask

You can see my FASHION BLOG here:

http://cool-fashion.tumblr.com/

Check out my new JOKE BLOG over there:

http://butt-jokes.tumblr.com/

You can hire me for some things like this:

hire me for these things maybe

You can see some of my art here:

ART here!!!

SO MUCH POETRY ON HERE, guyz. See all my POEMS there:

Poetry HERE!!!

EVERY poem and drawing and painting and photo and review and quote and idea and joke is by me, except if I say it's from someone.

It's my policy never to read my reviews.

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14 February 13

Roses are red
Apples are too
Firetrucks too

27 November 12

The best poem I ever heard
Was a poem about a bird
It was the best poem, or second or third 
Oh this poem, I couldn’t resist
Oh this poem, it doesn’t exist! 

19 October 10

dance floor poem

The people are dancing
Really good
It’s dark in here
But it’s good

A man next to me
Isn’t dancing at all
But he watches the girls
And plays with his balls 

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17 October 10

poem about a band

He plays the guitar
Or is it the bass?
It sounds very nice
He learned it in guitar class 

16 October 10

attention: new poem!

Last night I went to a nice bar with my friend who is also from Austria. The place was called “Starlight Room”. It’s really romantic and a lot of people came with their boyfriends and girlfriends, so it was nice, because everyone was in love. It has a really nice view and really expensive drinks. And they have a band. The band was playing 80s songs, a lot of people danced. Then my friend’s friends came and all drank a drink called “Cable Car”. It’s good because it has cinnamon on the glass rim. Then we went to the dance floor because it has such a nice view of San Francisco. I took a photo of it but it’s not so nice because my Blackberry doesn’t take nice photos. Soon I will get an iphone when Verizon gets the new iphones, I am so excited! I am going to get THIS “app”.

The view was so nice, so I was really inspired to write poems about it. I’m a really good poet but it’s been a while since I wrote a poem. But last night I wrote FOUR! Here is my first poem:

"Poem about view"

This view
Is so poetic
And nice
It has lights
It’s nice

13 July 10

poem about america

This is a poem I invented about America on the 4th of July, which was Independence Day. It is a poem about how much freedom America has.

America is such a nice place
Where everyone is free
To do stuff they want to do
And go to jail for the rest 

9 July 10

I wrote this poem about you:

You know nothing about art
You don’t even pretend to be smart
Your English is so mediocre
Borderline shitty
You are so shy and remain silent
Because you don’t really know anything
Except for Nicholas Cage

1 July 10

This is a poem I invented about people I meet. They are shy because they are not perfect. This is a poem to help them become less shy and more open. No body is perfect!!

Don’t be so shy
There really is no point
Your flaws are so apparent
And I see them all the time

29 June 10
What a glorious day For a lunch date. Please let me pay You’re my lunch rape.

What a glorious day
For a lunch date.
Please let me pay
You’re my lunch rape.

26 June 10
I invented this poem in class today.

I invented this poem in class today.

20 June 10

camping poetry

I wrote THIS review about my camping trip. It was such a nice trip for which I still have to pay (money I mean, because I still owe some money for the car and the camp ground).

I also wrote this poem about the camping, but because I wrote it somewhere else (not my phone, but another phone), I didn’t have it, so I am going to show it to you now. This is it:

Kirk Creek was the place where the magic happened
Where we were, by raccoons, repeatedly threatened
Where the days were bright and the nights so cold
And the dirt on our skin grew disturbingly old

The stone beaches were mostly rocky
The people around us mostly cocky
The ranger was one of the less sweet old men
Who threatened to deport the English girls there and then
But he didn’t

Poison oak was a threat or a myth
Either way it took all our bliss
During our trail that went through nature so wild
During an afternoon so foggy yet mild
Where some of us stayed far behind
Because they had some business time

The End

Posted: 3:35 PM

poem about me

I’m a lyricist
Word rapist
Rhyme baptist
The sappiest
Existentialist
In the wurld

I spit out rhymes
Really smart lines
Fast like slime
In such short times
That I’d get fines
If it were a misdemeanor

I’m a phenomenon
Reoccurring
All the time

18 June 10

on being a cyber artist - a poem

The joys of being a cyber artist
Are most apparent when my presence is truly missed
Because people wait for my art
Like people wait for the obligatory fart
After eating too many beans
For breakfast

People want me to do an update
While I am on a lunch date
So they can read my thoughts
And agree with me

People want my drawings
To brighten up their mornings
But it’s so hard to do
Because I don’t live in the same time zone as you
And during my morning walk to the bathroom
You are in your routine late afternoon
And miss my art that day

I am constantly improvising
Poems and ideas
Under bridges, under cedars
So I can share them with you
Because you want me to
And I like to do what you want

People are always complimenting me
And from what I can see
In google analytics
I am popular in so many places
With a variety of faces
And the same ones too
Because I get compliments by you

15 June 10

Nature is so funny
Because it does good and bad things
Like being really pretty
And even romantic
But making you itch

14 June 10
Last night we went to Buzz’s Sand Trap which is a restaurant in the northern part of Big Island. We didn’t want to go there, but our guidebook is from 2008 and the restaurant we wanted to go to (it was marked with 2 dollar signs - like this: $$ - to say it is borderline affordable) was not there anymore. This has happened to us a lot on our trip. 

Buzz’s was a restaurant next to a golf course. We ordered the “catch of the day”. It was a Mahi Mahi. It had a side of choice. We chose “our famous salad bar”, because it sounded famous and good. But it was really small and only had one type of salad and lots of other things, mostly not so delicious. It was really ugly looking too. Maybe it is famous for being unfamous, like my website. 

Our fish wasn’t so good, it was tasteless. Our bread was old. The restaurant had interior that wasn’t nice. It was about 3 dollar signs ($$$) worth of money that we had to pay for our food. It was so disappointing. Also the people were strange, because they looked like they live in this fancy golf resort (the restaurant was inside the golf resort), but they didn’t look fancy. It made me think about American people and I invented this poem. It’s about the restaurant and true.

Americans are so unglamorous
Borderline disgusting
In flip flops
And surfer shorts
In the fancy restaurant 

The woman there
Should wash her hair
The man should watch his mouth

The waitress is delightful
In a way that is frightful
And not very formal

The baby boy 
Sure needs a toy
And stop this fecal play

Last night we went to Buzz’s Sand Trap which is a restaurant in the northern part of Big Island. We didn’t want to go there, but our guidebook is from 2008 and the restaurant we wanted to go to (it was marked with 2 dollar signs - like this: $$ - to say it is borderline affordable) was not there anymore. This has happened to us a lot on our trip.

Buzz’s was a restaurant next to a golf course. We ordered the “catch of the day”. It was a Mahi Mahi. It had a side of choice. We chose “our famous salad bar”, because it sounded famous and good. But it was really small and only had one type of salad and lots of other things, mostly not so delicious. It was really ugly looking too. Maybe it is famous for being unfamous, like my website.

Our fish wasn’t so good, it was tasteless. Our bread was old. The restaurant had interior that wasn’t nice. It was about 3 dollar signs ($$$) worth of money that we had to pay for our food. It was so disappointing. Also the people were strange, because they looked like they live in this fancy golf resort (the restaurant was inside the golf resort), but they didn’t look fancy. It made me think about American people and I invented this poem. It’s about the restaurant and true.

Americans are so unglamorous
Borderline disgusting
In flip flops
And surfer shorts
In the fancy restaurant

The woman there
Should wash her hair
The man should watch his mouth

The waitress is delightful
In a way that is frightful
And not very formal

The baby boy
Sure needs a toy
And stop this fecal play

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh