Cults? Very well.
The Vampire Novel
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Link: The What Kind Of Book Are You Test written by saucygirl on Ok Cupid
History repeats the old conceits,
The glib replies the same defeats.
Keep your finger on important issues
With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues.
I’m just the oily slick
On the windup world of the nervous tick
In a very fashionable hovel.
I hang around dying to be tortured.
You’ll never be alone in the bone orchard.
This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel.
So in this almost empty gin palace,
Through a two-way looking glass,
You see your Alice.
You know she has no sense
For all your jealousy.
In a sense she still smiles very sweetly.
Charged with insults and flattery,
Her body moves with malice.
Do you have to be so cruel to be callous?
And now you find you fit this identikit completely.
You say you have no secrets,
And then leave discreetly.
I might make it California’s fault,
Be locked in Geneva’s deepest vault,
Just like the canals of Mars and the Great Barrier Reef
I come to you beyond belief.
My hands were clammy and cunning.
She’s been suitably stunning.
But I know there’s not a hope in Hades.
All the laddies cat call and wolf whistle.
So-called gentlemen and ladies
Dog fight like rose and thistle.
I’ve got a feeling...
I’m going to get a lot of grief.
Once this seemed so appealing,
Now I am beyond belief.
- Elvis Costello, "Beyond Belief"
Hmm, very interesting! You scored 153! People are addicted to you, as you make such entertaining and sexy reading material. You get people’s imaginations flowing and make for the type of book people want to read more than once. Cults have been inspired by the likes of you.
Link: The What Kind Of Book Are You Test written by saucygirl on Ok Cupid
History repeats the old conceits,
The glib replies the same defeats.
Keep your finger on important issues
With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues.
I’m just the oily slick
On the windup world of the nervous tick
In a very fashionable hovel.
I hang around dying to be tortured.
You’ll never be alone in the bone orchard.
This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel.
So in this almost empty gin palace,
Through a two-way looking glass,
You see your Alice.
You know she has no sense
For all your jealousy.
In a sense she still smiles very sweetly.
Charged with insults and flattery,
Her body moves with malice.
Do you have to be so cruel to be callous?
And now you find you fit this identikit completely.
You say you have no secrets,
And then leave discreetly.
I might make it California’s fault,
Be locked in Geneva’s deepest vault,
Just like the canals of Mars and the Great Barrier Reef
I come to you beyond belief.
My hands were clammy and cunning.
She’s been suitably stunning.
But I know there’s not a hope in Hades.
All the laddies cat call and wolf whistle.
So-called gentlemen and ladies
Dog fight like rose and thistle.
I’ve got a feeling...
I’m going to get a lot of grief.
Once this seemed so appealing,
Now I am beyond belief.
- Elvis Costello, "Beyond Belief"