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HopelessBut you still aren't listening, are you?
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To My Sister1.To My Sister
"My sister was eaten by wolves" She wasn't consumed
By heroin, by fear By love
She was eaten by wolves, you see So her story was bound
In the Brother's Grimm And not the New York Times
They found her half consumed Parts of her at least: her shoes, her arm In the belly of a wolf and not A shallow grave
My sister was eaten by wolves A pack of seven at the least All armed with knives
And some time to kill
"But instead they chose my sister."
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The wicker basket jam-packed
by ~Deranged-Darling
VirtueYour patience, your love A contortionist, a magician Of all wills, crammed into A little steel box and Pushed into the sea And the audience applauds Whispers, "how long will he breathe?" Oh you silly, love-lorn boy You should not Have given me the keyVirtue
by ~Deranged-Darling
so the story goeshere we are once again drunk with love and high on fearso the story goes
a smatter of rainbow coloured bruises coat my breasts your teeth clicking so close to my ear and i can hardly breathe but oh god i want you and oh god i fear you and why do love and hate dance so perilous a tango and why do you adore me so this chaos of mine oh my dear boy you said you wanted to hold me after and you did you did you held me like a captive a ragdoll in your arms so i listened to the tick-tock of the clock above us to the beat of your heart
and mine and i wanted to cry but couldn't so i said your nam
by ~Deranged-Darling
bye bye broadway bluesi should have been a dancer but the crash it broke my knees and the bones they creaked and groaned like rusted wheels and haunted homes so i should have lied inbye bye broadway blues
bed with a bible and some
weed but this was unholy
blasphemy so i should have
just died with a man still in my arms and teeth and skull turned into a rattle, you know
by ~Deranged-Darling
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Bubbledotsby *Fealasy
How I hate her......How I hate her more than dried up lipstick, spam trying to sell. moreHow I hate her......
than the bitter taste of milk gone to hell you want me to feel well And then you tell tell "don't worry about her trace on my cock and her blood on my heart we are no more, and broken appart"
How I hate her more than dolls prettier than mine. more than papercuts, maggots and people feelin "fine" you tell me it's over
done and bye but I still see her in your eye eye it's such a lie lie
How I Hate Her More than sickness in a wound, kids gone mad. &n
by *Fealasy
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Edmonton, Alberta
- Interests: Reading, writing, theatre directing, white hot choclate, webcomics and poorly written fanfics
- Favourite movie: The Virgin Suicides, Amelie, The Devil's Rejects, Resevoir Dogs, Party Monster
- Favourite band or musician: Marilyn Manson, A Perfect Circle, Hole, Tori Amos, Repo! The Genetic Opera (soundtrack)
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, alternative
- Favourite artist: Dave McKean, Ralph Steadman
- Favourite poet or writer: Neil Gaiman, Chuck Palahniuk and Sylvia Plath.
- Favourite photographer: Floria Sigimond
- Favourite style of art: Creative writing
- Wallpaper of choice: Peeling flower patterns
- Skin of choice: Warm, smooth- but with some imperfections.
- Favourite game: Hide and Go Seek
- Personal Quote: "I close my eyes and the worl drops dead... I think I made up inside my head"- Sylvia Plat
- Tools of the Trade: Pens, pencils and scraps of paper.
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Don't think cause I understand, I care.
Don't think cause I'm talkin, we're friends.
Murder capitol of Canada!? Must be where theres the most U.S. tourists...or Moosejaw.
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Don't think cause I understand, I care.
Don't think cause I'm talkin, we're friends.
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'N' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll
Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold
But I believe in this-and it's been tested by research
he who fucks nuns will later join the church
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Hope you enjoyed it!
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There's a squirrel running on my ceiling, yes there is. The nails I stuck in his tail are blue.
Oh, I'm a clever lil' Veggiemite at times.
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