do you know the breaking down that comes upon a girl after her head has been kicked in by the steel toed boot of lust. or love. or fucking hot boys who talk all fancy. the boys who use their fancy little well read heads to twist and torture little lady's heads with tongues, words and worldly wisdom. well the cards are upright, i have seen my future in mystical visions and cosmic vibrations. i have promises of happiness and love. the gawds will rain luxery upon my fucked up little head....i paid my cosmit shitty ass time dues. i took the blows for every trashy ass ho ballard was housing. i had sweet intentions, i was awkward, i was doing the things i felt were right or rational. in the moment. my logic was completely logical. my head and heart and that fucking third eye all came into some magical, warped, toxic static, crazy ass, psycho thriller starring fucking that stupid blonde bitch from those fucked up movies about god knows what and a rose mcgowan wannabe who still only masturbates to images of trent reznor...give me a bottle of whiskey, a pack of smokes and fucking the rest of the bullets in that handgun...i'd go the porcelain clawfoot tub and razor blade way but such a pretty death doesn't belong as the ending to such a nasty little tale... no, i shit you not. i mean it was all dead birds, cats and black bats.
"If you don't know where you are going, the road will get you there." ~
Lewis Carroll
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