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Call me Bones.
I live my life like Sex In A Strobelight. I may be made of sex and ecstacy but when you look in my eyes you will see stars.
My Name Is Esme.
I Have 2 Kids, Or Maybe 3.
I'm Addicted To Smack And Crack.
I'll Show You A Good Time For A Dime.
I guess theres no more to say anymore.
Nothing to do. Nothing to drink. No one to meet. It's all
been done. You have the money, you have the looks. Do
you like money? No I just like trading money for
something kool. When theres nothing left do you
just do nothing? No you find something new to do.
When you know everyone, they are not your friends.
You know everyone.
Find something new.
Feel Rex's love. Just because he is not humping your leg
does not mean he loves you.
We love us All.
All of us.
Alright. If god takes life he's an indian giver. If you take life your just a fuck up. You dance around, do drugs, drink, have sex, get pregnant, its over. How's that? You cunts dont know what your getting into. You think every day is different but its really the same. Get up, paint your face, do your hair, go to school, do drugs and not learn, go home or hang with your friends, go to sleep. Does that sound about right to you? Good. Now I'm going to tell you a little about myself. I drink, I smoke, I fuck, I've even had to take the Morning-After Pill. I've been fat, I've been anorexic, I've gone out with so many boys that I've lost count but I've only slept with one. I've been beat up by my drunk mother. I've been beat up by myself. I've been addicted to drugs. If thats not living life then what the fuck is? I put up with filthy little wankers all my fucking life but in the end I don't fucking care. I've dropped out of school but I'm still smarter than half you prats. I've been through more pain than Adolf Fucking Hitler. I know these streets like I know my way around a high school. But I still get around. I've drank 'till I projectile vomit for a long enough time that I vomit nothing but blood. Then drank again the next fucking day. I've been called a fuck-up, a failure, a bitch, a cunt, nothing, a goddess, an idol, I've been called a queen of this god-forsaken fucking universe. But I dont care. I'm an ant compared to some. But I'm still better than the rest.
Your dumber than you think. You're deep.
Trying your best to sleep at cocaine speed.
So watch as I start to ..violetsmile ...
I guess we leave with a hug and a kiss. Or should I possibly give you something about myself for you to actually love? Rather than leaving hate mail, you can read on and think not about kicking the shit out of me the next time you see me, but more about how my existence has made your life a tid bit more cheery.
Or should I leave that for another time?
I guess I will just have to live with the beating until I am a little less lazy so I can write something worth while.
Why are you still reading?
Go To Bed.
