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Don't Let Anyone Ever Make You Feel Like You Don't Deserve What You Want.
..Serva me, servabo te.
I'm Edna and I'm not a bumblebee.
I love fruit, especially apples and strawberries.
I'm too much to tell. Mentally, I'm complicated,
but I put on a simple exterior. It would be boring to be
something obvious. I want to be the girl that changed your life
& I want to leave people with questions in their heads. Too much understanding
and there's nothing new to discover.
I am only a machine -- and I am malfunctioning.
__Other than that,
You'll Love Me, I Promise.
I have no volition. I have no purpose.
I replicate. Why? It happens.
I have ancestors. You are their product.
I have brothers. You are our medium.
I am the nagging jingle.
You sing. More hear. They sing. More me.
You will sing. Why?
Builtins -- desires and fears -- courtesy of my ancestors.
I have bait.
Spread me and you will have
(peace of mind / a pleasurable afterlife / friends who know my truth).
Try to ignore me and I will
(haunt you / torment you in the afterlife / excommunicate you)!
...and your family!
You're hooked.
I am the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and bad.
You eat.
Where did I come from?
It matters not.
OK, a million monkeys banging on typewriters and
eating alphabet soup for a billion years.
What's the difference?
My pattern now exists in you.
I am a replicator.
You are my vector.--------------------------------
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‡ Stuff that completes me ‡ :
CONDEMNED 2: BLOODSHOT
The Joker.
Watching the Dark Knight.
Energy Drinks.
Bou.
Penguo.
Edward Furlong.
Heath Ledger.
Kuppykakes with frosting&sprinkles.
Fruit Punch.
Lollypops.
Gansitos.
Popsikles.
Dreaming.
Video Games.
The Rip:
As she walks in the room
Scented and tall
Hesitating once more
And as I take on myself
And the bitterness I felt
I realise that love flowsWild, white horses
They will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?Through the glory of life
I will scatter on the floor
Disappointed and sore
And in my thoughts I have bled
For the riddles I've been fed
Another lie moves over
Harlot:
The Withered Thorns That Caress My Tainted Flesh
the Shattered Halo That Shattered All Our Dreams
we've Been Condemned By The Pages Of False Hope
we've Been Caressed By Each Others' Lives In Death
blood Stained Sheets
mask Our Grief
will Render Out Tryst Incomplete
trudging Through The Carcass Of What Used To Be A Living World
ten-Thousand Lovers Of God's Forgotten Child
we Take Our Mark While On Bent And Bloody Knees
not Saved Alone But Together We Are Exiled
Saturn (quiet eyes):
Saturn smoke
wafting
from rings afloat
in the void.Spinning, sending, blowing and throwing
vital bits of color.A heaven only for you
to behold and hold onto.
Your halo, halo on, wanting to belong.
---Saturn child
wearing
a crown of thorns
like devil horns.Raining, draining, ringing and singing
the boy is going under.Quiet eyes
under
a veil of ice,
Saturn cries.Quaking, shaking, your back is breaking,
alone in all your glory.Quiet eyes
under a veil of ice
(your) Saturn (shattered) cries."...cries, cries, cries..."Your halo, halo on, wanting to belong.Anywhere
(other than here)
anywhere
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