December 2011
66 posts
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“Where ever we go, we’ll never be lost,
Some follow the compass, some follow the...”
“I say the right things but act the wrong way
I like it right here but I cannot...”
“I was only five when my dad told me I’d die
I cried as he said son, was nothing...”
“well there she goes will her brand new love affair,
dancing with him like she...”
“Ollie ollie oxen free, come out from where you hide
Tell me, tell me what you...”
“Flesh is heretic
My body is a witch
I am burning it
Wake up for this wish...”
Payment plan revisioned
Fashion Victims Is the footage for the money? If you’re lucky, your organs, will be the currency. Total resistance will have to pay. It took some time to eat my jaw. Oh, the maid, Open to the poor; Ah, Princess, I want to sleep at the door. I’m All Out.
Payment plan
Martyrs to fashion
Taking bullets for money
If your lucky your organs
Will make one pretty penny.
How much did your chest cost?
Will it last when my Jaw rusts?
May the good gods of Damsels,
Open gates for the poor,
May the good gods of Princesses,
Let me sleep at the door.
I’m
All
Out.
Mr. Orange.
Not enough.
