MissMachine

Myspace Cursors
HEY, just something I wanna say, i'm very honoured if u wanna add me as a friend, but could u PLEASE just leave a little note here too? So I know who u are and why u wanna be my friend... Thanx! <[Yeah right, who am I kidding?!... oh whatever>]-----_________________//...and then just a text that I can very well relate to... THIS IS ME!... ((&I'm STILL too lazy to put something else here! haha :p))
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_____________________][I strike terror among men I can't be bothered with what I think I bare my cross, my soul, myself I forgive ... but I never forget I've been put upon this earth in FEMALE form But I can handle myself with the best of you as well as the worst and I often have. I have the right to remain silent but I choose to speak, sing scream. I am LIPS, HIPS, TITS... I AM THE POWER OF A WOMAN STRONG like music true like friendship but without my friends there would be no music... only spoken word fucker! I am able to change so I live without regret, without remorse. Only a remix. I am drunk, I am sober. Heaven doesn't want me and hell's affraid I'll take over. Don't bother trying to censor me, or shut me up because it won't work. I am cold and distant yet warm and close to those who deserve to see that side of me part of me... the heart of me. You find me so hard to understand in your world, the world you percieve to be so normal. I am deformed... scorned, reborn. I am me and I know exactly who I am, what I am and the wrath I bring, the ugly beauty, the lying truth, the virgin whore... the quiet storm, a lover, a fighter, a saint, a sinner, a sister, a daughter .old school...... a beginer. I have decorated myself with love, hate, truth... you all of you, both of you, none of you... more than one of you with lips like sugar, eyes like meat. I've watched men come, go and cheat. I sleep to dream and dream of sleep. I had a dream Joe that you were standing in the middle of an open road. I had a dream Joe that your hands were raised up to the sky and your mouth was covered in foam. I've been crucified, justified and mortified by my behaviour, both feminine and masculine. I am contradiction and a juxtapostion. my relief is my release and only time will tell all is well that ends well. I am unsweetened, unclean... being called drama queen, ex-girlfriend, ex-member... the tantrum, the temper I paint my finger... take the blame and this time I will own the name because nobody is going to ruin me, if I have to I WILL RUIN MY SELF AND IT WILL BE 'MY RUIN' fucker!][___________There's plenty of time when I'm dead to be a perfect girl, plenty of room in my bed to make a perfect world.....//Hardcore is a feeling, not a fashion//..