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About Me

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I let fear get the best of me
and without a doubt the best of me belongs to fear.
My name is Ali Corpsefucker && I don’t say hi.
I’m 17. I’m from New York, they say we grow up fast here.
I lived in Kentucky fer a bit with my family and share some of my best memories with the place so a bit of me will always be in Dixie.
I love Music, but always a fan- never a groupie, I’m taken && in love.
I really like horror, in general. Talk horror with me and we can be best friends.
I will never stop loving The Frankenstein Drag Queens From Planet 13.
My favorite band of all time is Mayhem, especially with Pelle Yngve Ohlin as the vocalist.
Alcohol is my passion. I love Whiskey. I love Old English. My preference in drink is anything thet will fuck me up, I’m not to picky.
I’m really critical of appearance. I fully and completely despise ugly people. I don’t care how winning your personality is, ill never truly consider you worthy of life, and I will never feel completely comfortable in your presence.
Its probably do to the fact thet I’ve always been the “ugly kid” or the “fat kid” even if no one was saying it its all I could hear.
So yes although I may not fit my personal standards of acceptable I realize && am completely aware of the fact, yes I know I’m ugly.
I believe thet true physical perfection is only achieved in death. A cadaver in a velvet lined casket, all dolled up fer the last time. Skin pale white as it should be, still, matte, relieved of blood flow. Sends chills down my spine
I attend MUD school in Soho. I want to work in high fashion, painting masks on the beautiful people, from beauty to the border of perfection.

My Blog

carmel

Maybe if I lived in a different place, maybe things would be better, Maybe scrapes would become scars instead of becoming grotesque infections in my subconscious. I look around a dusty house, poorly l...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Oct 2008 13:02:00 GMT

Legalize!

I went to the cemetery yesterday. Dug up some corpses to come out and play. Call me sick but dont the dead need love too? And when you fuckin die I might just dig up you!   Legalize! Legaliz...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 21:10:00 GMT

i hope you had the fright of your life

this font=my lyrics this font=the shitty greenday song im ripping off       Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Another sharpened point, a knife stuck in your headTime...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 21:04:00 GMT

graduation party

I've been sitting silent all night Cold and captive to an empty death bed Knowing that I should by laying safe inside instead Knowing that I have no business Providing blood for a beating heart To car...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 19:28:00 GMT

&& in my arms the dying dies

Taught and tamed by brutal failure, Fought and maimed and left for dead. The war has past on this frozen ocean, The sun casts light on pools of red.  A child's dress, once white, drips scarlet In...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 19:27:00 GMT

Antikrist

What am I? Name. A fame dressed wound. I play a game, It's ending soon. I can't take your eyes off me. I won't be what you want to see. I teach the art of misery. Beneath my flesh, the fallen's seed B...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 19:15:00 GMT

Vampire

Bottles of decay awake the cold and somber residence, Sleeping in the immortal of an always open grave, And in the cracks of tattered flesh runs blood as cold as ice, Life as dead as diamond, eyes bri...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 23:19:00 GMT

The Reaper [lyrics to a song]

Mother fucker You're the devils mistake But whatever he can dish out He can come back and take So say your prayers bitches They'll do nothing for you Cuz God doesn't care And you all know it's true Y...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 09:08:00 GMT

the mask within

I cut these lines I feel them kill me Deep inside, behind my eyes Unweaving strings The seams are spacing Onto the cliff, the end of life My shaking palms Embrace the reward Suicide the divine The ...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 11:12:00 GMT

the cliché of teen angst

I remember yesterday like it was only yesterday The divine perfection of our tattered hearts Beating in time to our hard earned happiness It's to cliché the way these well writ tragedies Target me a...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 17:57:00 GMT