ongles de fumée de cigarette
mordus vers le bas au point
de saignement
une pleine poche de pennies canadien
se reposant sous un streetlamp,
un overhead parti clignotant
un ciel sans lune, un feu de forêt inside.
un téléphone cassé de cellules,
une balle vide,
déchiré un bal d'étudiants dress.
les talons sont interrompus,
juste des fishnets des $500 dollars un pair.
sont déchirés,
le sang fonctionnant du knee.
est le yet?
peint par image
que le seul survivant du bombardement est celui qui a gagné le pageant.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Haunt Couture
Smile, smile, strike a pose.
Daring Red, Dashing Rose
Silken fabrics cut so lean,
Anorexia is for me.
Bones poking, hands shaking,
So thin, it’s law-breaking.
Two percent body fat,
What the fuck is up with that?
Needles pointing, muscles clenching,
Drama, drama, heart-wrenching
Two Percent Body Fat,
What the fuck is up with that?
Pass out on the street,
Or in my Cadillac’s backseat;
Forget about me, all alone
Please don’t let me break a bone.
Two percent body fat,
What the fuck is up with that?
Mirror, Mirror
On The wall
Who’s the thinnest
Of them all?
I eat less than I should
Maybe now I’ll sleep for good.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Please catch me if I fall.
Two Percent Body Fat,
What the Fuck is up with that?
Needles pointing, muscles clenching…
“What muscles are even left you stupid bitch…”
Mirror, Mirror
…Let me fall…
[lyrics, don't steal]
Daring Red, Dashing Rose
Silken fabrics cut so lean,
Anorexia is for me.
Bones poking, hands shaking,
So thin, it’s law-breaking.
Two percent body fat,
What the fuck is up with that?
Needles pointing, muscles clenching,
Drama, drama, heart-wrenching
Two Percent Body Fat,
What the fuck is up with that?
Pass out on the street,
Or in my Cadillac’s backseat;
Forget about me, all alone
Please don’t let me break a bone.
Two percent body fat,
What the fuck is up with that?
Mirror, Mirror
On The wall
Who’s the thinnest
Of them all?
I eat less than I should
Maybe now I’ll sleep for good.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Please catch me if I fall.
Two Percent Body Fat,
What the Fuck is up with that?
Needles pointing, muscles clenching…
“What muscles are even left you stupid bitch…”
Mirror, Mirror
…Let me fall…
[lyrics, don't steal]
Stay Gold, at all Costs. [Gazing up at starry skies]
“It costs money, you know, to look this cheap…”
Dollar store eyeliner,
Not Chanel, you fucking liar
Fraud-a bag dangling,
Extensions tangling
“How often do you seriously stop to think about even the celebrities aren’t as fake as you…?”
How can you stand there and lie
When the rest of us just sit here and try
To be like what Hollywood tells us to be
Doing shit we’ll regret when we’re thirty.
Leave me alone.
Hold my hand.
Go choke.
Gimme a hug…
Metal in your [eyes, nose, lips] face,
Everything perfectly in place
Too much makeup, conjunctive virus
Gorgeous, flawless OHSODESIROUS
“It costs money, you know…”
Dollar store eyeliner,
Not Chanel, you fucking liar
Fraud-a bag dangling,
Extensions tangling
“How often do you seriously stop to think about even the celebrities aren’t as fake as you…?”
How can you stand there and lie
When the rest of us just sit here and try
To be like what Hollywood tells us to be
Doing shit we’ll regret when we’re thirty.
Leave me alone.
Hold my hand.
Go choke.
Gimme a hug…
Metal in your [eyes, nose, lips] face,
Everything perfectly in place
Too much makeup, conjunctive virus
Gorgeous, flawless OHSODESIROUS
“It costs money, you know…”
Worth their weight in Poser's Poison, or The Amazing Mister Limpet.
They all think they're so great,
they're fucked up and vain.
We're all just toys of fate,
sitting and waiting; dolls to be played with.
Ashes to ashes,
Go play in the street,
nobody cares about the masses.
Poison by designer jeans,
STDs by choice,
Bisexual parents, pregnant tweens.
Brainwashing-induced comas from all of that techno.
Sex Drugs Rock 'n' roll,
no longer fits the scene,
keep on thinking you'll ever become whole.
You're nothing needed to complete me.
Ashes to ashes,
go play in the street,
nobody cares about the masses.
Can you believe the government,
allows fifteen year olds to get an abortion,
but weed's still illegal?
Dust to dust,
who gives a fuck?
they're fucked up and vain.
We're all just toys of fate,
sitting and waiting; dolls to be played with.
Ashes to ashes,
Go play in the street,
nobody cares about the masses.
Poison by designer jeans,
STDs by choice,
Bisexual parents, pregnant tweens.
Brainwashing-induced comas from all of that techno.
Sex Drugs Rock 'n' roll,
no longer fits the scene,
keep on thinking you'll ever become whole.
You're nothing needed to complete me.
Ashes to ashes,
go play in the street,
nobody cares about the masses.
Can you believe the government,
allows fifteen year olds to get an abortion,
but weed's still illegal?
Dust to dust,
who gives a fuck?
Caffeine addicts && Diabetic Comas
"Sweety, you clash so perfectly..."
Catty whispers behind bare backs,
"I'm so hungry..." "NO! No snacks."
Eight inch heels,
malnutrition,
something doesn't add up here.
Too thin to be pretty,
the appearance wretched,
down to the nitty-gritty.
Get to the end of the runway,
thirty feet and back...not that far...
Listen to that cliche music play...
Go by the beat, go by the sound.
No need to see...
Eight inch heels,
malnutrition,
something doesn't add up here.
"FUCK YOU! I'MA EAT A POPTART, MOM!"
Catty whispers behind bare backs,
"I'm so hungry..." "NO! No snacks."
Eight inch heels,
malnutrition,
something doesn't add up here.
Too thin to be pretty,
the appearance wretched,
down to the nitty-gritty.
Get to the end of the runway,
thirty feet and back...not that far...
Listen to that cliche music play...
Go by the beat, go by the sound.
No need to see...
Eight inch heels,
malnutrition,
something doesn't add up here.
"FUCK YOU! I'MA EAT A POPTART, MOM!"
Hose Job(cheated again)
lend me an ear,
we're not all there, but we're all right here.
half our mind stuck in neverland perfection,
scraping the bottom of faux affliction.
send me away from the place of disgust,
take me far from the heartaches and lust,
tell me it's okay when you're not really there,
tell me you love me when you don't really care.
show me the way from the second star to the right,
'cause i don't wanna have to fly back all night.
gimme a super hero, one i can count on,
despite all of what we've agreed upon.
show me the light when it's dark inside,
help me to see what you've been doing besides
me staying up all night, wondering where you've been,
not ever gonna be able to sleep...
never ever again.
send me away from the place of disgust,
take me far from the heartaches and lust,
tell me it's okay when you're not really there,
tell me you love me when you don't really care.
take me away from never ever land.
use me, rape me, hate me, but hold my hand.
even if only for a moment, i'll try to understand.
how much hating me can you really withstand?
send me away from the place of disgust,
take me far from the heartaches and lust,
tell me it's okay when you're not really there,
tell me you love me when you don't really care.
[GETTINGPUBLISHED]
we're not all there, but we're all right here.
half our mind stuck in neverland perfection,
scraping the bottom of faux affliction.
send me away from the place of disgust,
take me far from the heartaches and lust,
tell me it's okay when you're not really there,
tell me you love me when you don't really care.
show me the way from the second star to the right,
'cause i don't wanna have to fly back all night.
gimme a super hero, one i can count on,
despite all of what we've agreed upon.
show me the light when it's dark inside,
help me to see what you've been doing besides
me staying up all night, wondering where you've been,
not ever gonna be able to sleep...
never ever again.
send me away from the place of disgust,
take me far from the heartaches and lust,
tell me it's okay when you're not really there,
tell me you love me when you don't really care.
take me away from never ever land.
use me, rape me, hate me, but hold my hand.
even if only for a moment, i'll try to understand.
how much hating me can you really withstand?
send me away from the place of disgust,
take me far from the heartaches and lust,
tell me it's okay when you're not really there,
tell me you love me when you don't really care.
[GETTINGPUBLISHED]
There's too much cocaine in the world to shoot people over.
Let’s all be the same now
Clones and crashed cars
Standing in the light of the undead
Let’s all be rock stars.
Let’s all play like Kurt Cobain
And drive a bullet in our brain
Let’s all be like Courtney Love
And claim we didn’t do it.
Let’s all be the same now
Clones and crashed cars
Standing in the light of the undead
Let’s all be rock stars.
Pretend diamonds everywhere
Glitter, Hello Kitty and striped hair
Transvestites wearing tight, tight pants
Just to fit in with the rest of Myspace.
Let’s all be the same now
Clones and crashed cars
Standing in the light of the undead
Let’s all be rock stars.
Smile at me,
I'm not broken, but
Just fix me.
You’re still my favorite rock star.
Clones and crashed cars
Standing in the light of the undead
Let’s all be rock stars.
Let’s all play like Kurt Cobain
And drive a bullet in our brain
Let’s all be like Courtney Love
And claim we didn’t do it.
Let’s all be the same now
Clones and crashed cars
Standing in the light of the undead
Let’s all be rock stars.
Pretend diamonds everywhere
Glitter, Hello Kitty and striped hair
Transvestites wearing tight, tight pants
Just to fit in with the rest of Myspace.
Let’s all be the same now
Clones and crashed cars
Standing in the light of the undead
Let’s all be rock stars.
Smile at me,
I'm not broken, but
Just fix me.
You’re still my favorite rock star.
Too many problems that needed to be taken care of, not enough time to take a Xanax every morning.
Hush little baby,
Don’t say a word…
The hungry clowns
Don’t really hurt.
A baby in the crib
A monster in the closet
The floor strewn with broken toys,
Demented
Thunderstorms raging outside
Of your window,
What’s that shadow?
…Don’t…move…
Holding your breath,
Building blocks spelling
Random four letter words.
Baby doesn’t know better.
Don’t make a sound,
Can’t wake the baby!
Don’t be afraid,
It only hurts while you’re alive.
Hush little baby,
Don’t you cry
Today mommy went away
To save your life
Don’t say a word…
The hungry clowns
Don’t really hurt.
A baby in the crib
A monster in the closet
The floor strewn with broken toys,
Demented
Thunderstorms raging outside
Of your window,
What’s that shadow?
…Don’t…move…
Holding your breath,
Building blocks spelling
Random four letter words.
Baby doesn’t know better.
Don’t make a sound,
Can’t wake the baby!
Don’t be afraid,
It only hurts while you’re alive.
Hush little baby,
Don’t you cry
Today mommy went away
To save your life
Misfortune shows those who are not really friends.
So what if i never call anymore,
you still have a phone next to your bed.
Go ahead and lie about what you said,
go ahead and spend life regretting what you did.
Life without friends is a miserable existence,
you must be suicidal, kiddo.
Just because I'm prettier doesn't mean anything.
You still wear mom jeans at fifteen, miss no ass.
so what if i'm shallow, at least i have personality,
so what if you think i'm a bitch, i'm just telling the truth.
Life without friends is a miserable existence,
you must be suicidal, kiddo.
you're a plain jane mutha fucker,
and you don't care if you die a virgin.
no boy wants to touch you,
you're the fakest girl i know.
Life without friends is a miserable existence,
you must be suicidal, kiddo.
those kids you say are your first, second, third best friends
will leave you in the dust, it all leads to dead ends.
shut the fuck up, you stupid-ass narrow-minded bitch.
quit talking to me for the last fucking time.
you still have a phone next to your bed.
Go ahead and lie about what you said,
go ahead and spend life regretting what you did.
Life without friends is a miserable existence,
you must be suicidal, kiddo.
Just because I'm prettier doesn't mean anything.
You still wear mom jeans at fifteen, miss no ass.
so what if i'm shallow, at least i have personality,
so what if you think i'm a bitch, i'm just telling the truth.
Life without friends is a miserable existence,
you must be suicidal, kiddo.
you're a plain jane mutha fucker,
and you don't care if you die a virgin.
no boy wants to touch you,
you're the fakest girl i know.
Life without friends is a miserable existence,
you must be suicidal, kiddo.
those kids you say are your first, second, third best friends
will leave you in the dust, it all leads to dead ends.
shut the fuck up, you stupid-ass narrow-minded bitch.
quit talking to me for the last fucking time.
the fire on your head chases people screaming to be dead. What now?
c'mon, think about this for a minute.
the dancing queen genocide took place just the
other day.the way your skin grafted with the pleasure of
a passionless sex,
a drug without a high.
grope the fetus in the womb, scream for mercy, papa.
radio noise and screen tests,
you know how the radio star died.
jigsaw puzzles reflecting the diamonds you stole
yesterday morning.
your lypo didn't work, m'dear, try again tomorrow.
consider, consider,
curiouser, and curiouser
the surrealism checked into the brain of a rotting neko kid
right behind that telemarketer wearking
bloodstained prada shoes.
newspaper wigs and chrome contact lenses.
the way that bomb went off, you'd think that someone died.
violent screaming, lungs full of the cum still floating
around from post prom after parties.
car wrecks screeching from the brakes we shot out last year.
think for a moment,the way your eyes scream lust, you're just another anagram.
Curbstomped male porn stars in the middle of the first snow,
watch the blood run into the gutter, it's the last thing you'll ever see.
shake the way you were meant to,
tremble in the manner of a deep orgasm.
the dancing queen genocide took place just the
other day.the way your skin grafted with the pleasure of
a passionless sex,
a drug without a high.
grope the fetus in the womb, scream for mercy, papa.
radio noise and screen tests,
you know how the radio star died.
jigsaw puzzles reflecting the diamonds you stole
yesterday morning.
your lypo didn't work, m'dear, try again tomorrow.
consider, consider,
curiouser, and curiouser
the surrealism checked into the brain of a rotting neko kid
right behind that telemarketer wearking
bloodstained prada shoes.
newspaper wigs and chrome contact lenses.
the way that bomb went off, you'd think that someone died.
violent screaming, lungs full of the cum still floating
around from post prom after parties.
car wrecks screeching from the brakes we shot out last year.
think for a moment,the way your eyes scream lust, you're just another anagram.
Curbstomped male porn stars in the middle of the first snow,
watch the blood run into the gutter, it's the last thing you'll ever see.
shake the way you were meant to,
tremble in the manner of a deep orgasm.
hand sanitizer's wet dream
spring has come for the ice queen
daily shopping sprees for the pastel eyeshadows,
chanel flats, mirrored bags.
limo tinted sunglasses,
dancing in dolce and gabbana
show the money, flash the diamonds.
new diet, less weight,
her closet's like rodeo drive on crack.
daily shopping sprees for the pastel eyeshadows,
chanel flats, mirrored bags.
limo tinted sunglasses,
dancing in dolce and gabbana
show the money, flash the diamonds.
new diet, less weight,
her closet's like rodeo drive on crack.
alcoholiday
Staring at the hall of mannequin dreams
There’s a thought for all of those
Parts strewn across the hall,
Placed artistically on a gurney,
The doctor will take care of you
If he’s not too drunk at the time
There’s a gurney on fire in the ICU
There’s boy with too much eyeliner begging to bleed
In the mental health ward
Feed that kid more morphine while you’re in there.
Rape him too, while you’re at it.
Let’s make some money off of making people miserable
Make them pay a ridiculous amount of money
So they can get molested while under an anesthetic
For a surgery that’s unnecessary
Make them pay for ever bite of ice cream.
life flight the mannequins to the specialist
the frozen desert down by the equator should be a good place for them
make sure they get lots of chanel lip gloss
for those chapped lips of theirs.
glancing down at the bloodstained face
of another upstanding priest and school teacher
down at the equatorial iceland
that stupid coke-addicted model tramped on him
before she found out that he was the one who raped her
so long beforehand.
the mannequins lie down for a little rest
trying to catch some sun
making the bubblegum of their eyeshadows melt
off into the sand castles their lovers had built
just because,
just because.
america loves disaster,
so why am i not the center of attention?
There’s a thought for all of those
Parts strewn across the hall,
Placed artistically on a gurney,
The doctor will take care of you
If he’s not too drunk at the time
There’s a gurney on fire in the ICU
There’s boy with too much eyeliner begging to bleed
In the mental health ward
Feed that kid more morphine while you’re in there.
Rape him too, while you’re at it.
Let’s make some money off of making people miserable
Make them pay a ridiculous amount of money
So they can get molested while under an anesthetic
For a surgery that’s unnecessary
Make them pay for ever bite of ice cream.
life flight the mannequins to the specialist
the frozen desert down by the equator should be a good place for them
make sure they get lots of chanel lip gloss
for those chapped lips of theirs.
glancing down at the bloodstained face
of another upstanding priest and school teacher
down at the equatorial iceland
that stupid coke-addicted model tramped on him
before she found out that he was the one who raped her
so long beforehand.
the mannequins lie down for a little rest
trying to catch some sun
making the bubblegum of their eyeshadows melt
off into the sand castles their lovers had built
just because,
just because.
america loves disaster,
so why am i not the center of attention?
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