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GIVE US A KISS (fuckingrapist)


ABOUT THE MESSEDUPMARIONETTE:
If it's broken throw it away
The name gives us all the shivers
Pop her head into the oven
And stuff it with radishes
Yum
Hypocrite--it's what's for dinner
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I am always looking for answers
I am a pansexual
I am an atheist
I am afraid of spiders and sex slaves
I am going to Ithaca College
I am a pessimist
I am never one hundred per cent sure
I love crazy people and intellectuals (same thing, right?)
I believe that peace is the ideal, in every sense of the word



ABOUT THE MESSEDUPMARIONETTE'S POETRY:
I prefer to call myself a thought explosionist rather than a poet. The stuff I write usually just pops out of me at random times and intervals--sometimes it works, sometimes I think too hard and it doesn't. Or sometimes I don't think at all, and it's absolutely beautiful. I tend to say things that only make sense in my mind. My thought processes are kind of fucked up. I have an extremely hard time opening up to people, and when I do I instantly regret it, and I think my poetry kind of reflects that. I write poetry because I'm afraid to write stories or normal journal entries. Normal words make everything too real. And, even scarier, somebody might understand what I was trying to say.



And now for the random shit.
*Song of the Day... *

If I ever hurt you it will be in self defense
And if I ever hurt you it will be in self defense

Podiums are high as the gallows are low
Swing low, swing low, swing low

You are a beast and I am serving up your supper
You are a beast and I am serving up your supper

What will you do when they drink us all down
Will you slam your fist down on the table?

'Cause I'm not that kind of whore
No I'm not that kind of whore
No I'm not that kind of whore
But I am a little lord

No I'm not that kind of whore
But I am a little lord
No I'm not that kind of whore
But I am a little lord
Lord grant me, gracious
I am burning up inside

There are snakes out in the night
All these kids have gone astray
There are women with no meaning to their names
When we say them... they are worse to win
For never over sinful days

So if I ever hurt you it will be in self defense
And if I ever hurt you it will be in self defense

If you ever come at me I'll hurt you
If you ever come at me I'll hurt you
And if you ever come at me...

You snake
You snake
You snake
You snake

I wish you the best you snake
You are self professed you snake
My heart's in my chest you snake
You can have the rest you snake

I wish you the best you snake
You are self professed you snake
My heart's in my chest you snake
You can have the rest you snake
------------------------------The Empty Threats of Little Lord (by Sunset Rubdown)