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number fourty fuckin six:
how long will it take to see
that nothing's like it is in the movies?
a girl with a flask and a boy with a lighter
a hug and a kiss but all he wanted was to ignite her
<((i laughed so hard my ribcage bruised my lungs, and other whitty lines from FRIENDS))>
Remember gula-gula island: the reality show reject louw for washed-up celebrities and outcast sluts?
A ballroom filled with beautiful women and toned men
Gorgeous brides maids with dull blades, exquisite shades drawn open by the boom of grenades
Wake up to a sunshine through bullet holes in your honeymoon sweet
and look there's Alex Tribeck; he's got his game face on
You know he's got that distintive grin
The grin that becomes even more chilling when you see the icepick in his hand
and bob barker in a pool of red water
Tomorrow the authorities will find his new virgin mobile phone;
a text message to Alex:
"Ive bn doin this lnger thn u,
Ill alwayz b da best,
DA PRCE IZ RITE BIT#H! u triflin canadian bastard"
Glue your red eyes to the screen for another season of your favorite love stories:
-Will Ryan bang Theresa?
-"that black bitch"
-will he eat the cow testicles for a million dollars?
Does this make us feel better about ourselves? There are beautiful people, then there are fatsos who
try to lose a couple pounds for our laughter.(this being the representation of our great blood red, offwhite, and polluted water blue)
Maybe I'll take more time doing my hair when i get up from bed tomorrow morning.
2:
and we can buy, and we can purchase all the love that we need
as well as happiness and a smile to suite our greed
In a house where all the light shines through a few cracks
like gas and fumes flowing through a smokestack
where a cut can bleed for years upon years
and that gash may be wider than it actually appears
and in this house there was a father, who fought a great war
and everynight he would journey to the liqour store
he would tell his small children many a tale
about saving the world in great detail
but one night, quite drunk, the bastard put on his boots
stumbled into the rain that eroded the roots
of the tree the old man swurved his truck into
sometimes you cant hold together lies with just glue
it takes months and months of patience till a lie takes its hue
but you know when you fib, and tell stories not true...
the past will take its toll and in the end kill you....
3:jill was always kind of scared
and jack always knew just what to wear
girls always liked jack, slut it up for the night
jill kept to her self, pretty pretty, always acted quite polite
Stupid stupid, jack got her drunk
he taped her mouth, threw her in the trunk
spread her legs like crows over the trees, skin left bruised above her knees
now all that can get her off is a lover rough and never soft
i am so cabaret, slewing in the alleyway
head down, pigeontoed, brainsick,half-baked
-gaga in the backstreets
i know she's fragmented, unsmooth
-tears drawn
wrapped up in her bedsheets
but everyone loves a little girl all whored up
watch the makeup melt right off her face
on her lingerie you undo the lace
oh but know one knew she had a beautiful singing voice
she didnt realize she had a choice
but now shes smoking ciggarettes at the age of fifteen and a raging alchohalic beauty queen
4:
we walk in the cool breeze
stop, and lean against the trees
it always seems that when youre with me
youre voice gets a little raspy
take a stop on the side of the road
place our feet to the ground
ass to the curb and listen for the sound
of the cheap city buses and rusty old street lights
I never see you much on this side of town
It's asbestos and lead and a bit broken down
we collapsed in the leaves on the side of the street
and drew hearts on our hands to make ends meet
You tried to steal a kiss with those chapped lips
But a cold autumn wind whispered in my ears
You should wait till winter when snow covers the strip mall by our house
And the rooftop of that department store is white
where you bought that cute little blouse
And youre a stranger girl, but id take you out for a night
Downtown kinda looks nice just at this light
Remember be bundled up, when we kiss on the bench by the creek
and we could feel the water running next to our feet
I'll probably buy you something cheap
and you'll say,"oh, that's sweet"
I wont have to fake a smile(or try to keep up)
And I won't have to pretend
I won't have to shut up
and i wont loose another friend
5:
i bought some bananas at the store the other day
the lady at the register said paper or plastic
i said what's it gonna matter the bananas are the same either way
all i know is paper kills trees
and what the hell is plastic made out of anyway?
i went to my psychiatrist the other day
she gave me some pills and now i feel better
but why is someone with years of experience
better to diagnose me normal or sane?
but at least i can talk to people with out getting nervous
all i have to do is take 12 pills a day
i feel like a fish without wings....and im floating to the bottom of the sky
i don't get why we work everyday
when we could be outside
having fun while we play
only years of school could set me up
for a working system thats so corrupt
ill raise my kids
knee deep in debt
ill keep buying them all the worthless shit they want
just because i wanna be known as a nice guy like that
im six feet under with no dignity
but at least i'm the youngest to die on my big ol' family tree
so i found out itching and scratching only spreads the disease
did you know it causes cancer when you lay too long in tanning booths?
i guess sooner or later our pety attempts at beauty will tear us out from the inside
6:
got blood to match her makeup
and the looks that could turn gold
but shes overdosed on ignorance
and her insides are all sold
shes chopped up in pieces
and laid down on the floor
but no one can hear her screaming
from underneath the floor
all her friends are cardboard boxes
and broken down to make space
so they left her behind
cuz they needed a pretty face
someone please call the doctor
someone please phone the nurse
this girls choking on innocense
and i cant reverse this curse
it hurts to much to smell her scent
of death redin with beauty
its really hard to say this
and really hard to cry
when all the backups are failing
and all your recruits die
there's a message getting thru
and its coming way too soon
try to stop the press
cuz tonight im with the moon
and she won't be alone
cuz ill be left unknown
line 1:
realized all my friends are pencils and pens
I am the paper and they write all over me
I am covered with tatoos of my sins
And they're just jealous because I'm bright pink at the bottom of the sea
No one talks very much anymore
They're scared when they let words run loose they will scream too loud
So loud they fuck up their vocal chords and their throats run sore
What would happen if we all let loose, started a war inside ourselves. We would cut through our flesh with our own bones. You have beautiful insides :)
45245:
When I was younger I used to walk to school everyday..
I took this path that no one took, it went through the woods.
One day i saw a little boy, he was about 10 years old. He had short brown hair, green eyes, and. He was really scruffy and dirty. The weird thing was that he was stuck under a fence. I asked him if he needed help but he just looked at me and started laughing.
I wanted to help him, but my body wouldn't let me. I continued to school and then went home. The next morning i saw him again. He kept laughing at me. I really didn't know what the fuck his problem was.
The next day i brought him some food and water. I set it next to him and he gave me the weirdest look. I said, "eat it, you look like you need it kid." He didn't do anything with it, he just laughed right in my face.
The day after that I brought him some clothing, some of my old pants and a shirt. His shirt was all torn and haggard. I set the clothes next to him and said,"put em on, your clothes are a little messed up". He just fucking laughed at me again. This time I ran off, I was pissed, I screamed at him,"This is what the fuck i get for trying to help people"
The next day I brought two of my friends. We walked through the woods but we saw no fence...I guess I got lost, I can concentrate a lot easier when I'm alone.
I didn't take that path for a while, A started taking the bus or getting a ride from my sister a couple monthes or like half a year.
One Day I missed the bus....
It was a sunny day so i said what the hell, why not take my old path, so i did.
I came to wear the fence was. I saw the boy sitting there on the ground leaning against the fence. I thought he was crying so i walked up to him. He wasnt fucking crying, he was laughing, wearing my old clothes and eating that damn food I gave him. He was laughing at me, like he always fucking laughed at me.
I always carried this old butterfly knife my uncle gave me with me. I was pretty good with it.
I couldnt take the laughing, it was ringing in my ears like the first day i fucking heard it. I took the knife and i slit his throat ten times. It felt so good just to do it, In my mind he deserved it.
I jumped the fence. There was a pond. It was scummy and nasty but I didnt wanna get caught, I stripped his clothes and threw them in a tree. Then I threw him in the pond.
About now they started building houses around there and the pond was dried out. Yeah, they found the body but, it was in the water so long it was just pretty much a skeleton. the tree got higher, and the clothing detearated but i still know what went on. Sometimes i pass by there in my car and see someone staring at me from that tree....And He's Still Fucking Laughing, He will never go away..
~eye_am_rufio~
how long will it take to see
that nothing's like it is in the movies?
a girl with a flask and a boy with a lighter
a hug and a kiss but all he wanted was to ignite her
<((i laughed so hard my ribcage bruised my lungs, and other whitty lines from FRIENDS))>
Remember gula-gula island: the reality show reject louw for washed-up celebrities and outcast sluts?
A ballroom filled with beautiful women and toned men
Gorgeous brides maids with dull blades, exquisite shades drawn open by the boom of grenades
Wake up to a sunshine through bullet holes in your honeymoon sweet
and look there's Alex Tribeck; he's got his game face on
You know he's got that distintive grin
The grin that becomes even more chilling when you see the icepick in his hand
and bob barker in a pool of red water
Tomorrow the authorities will find his new virgin mobile phone;
a text message to Alex:
"Ive bn doin this lnger thn u,
Ill alwayz b da best,
DA PRCE IZ RITE BIT#H! u triflin canadian bastard"
Glue your red eyes to the screen for another season of your favorite love stories:
-Will Ryan bang Theresa?
-"that black bitch"
-will he eat the cow testicles for a million dollars?
Does this make us feel better about ourselves? There are beautiful people, then there are fatsos who
try to lose a couple pounds for our laughter.(this being the representation of our great blood red, offwhite, and polluted water blue)
Maybe I'll take more time doing my hair when i get up from bed tomorrow morning.
2:
and we can buy, and we can purchase all the love that we need
as well as happiness and a smile to suite our greed
In a house where all the light shines through a few cracks
like gas and fumes flowing through a smokestack
where a cut can bleed for years upon years
and that gash may be wider than it actually appears
and in this house there was a father, who fought a great war
and everynight he would journey to the liqour store
he would tell his small children many a tale
about saving the world in great detail
but one night, quite drunk, the bastard put on his boots
stumbled into the rain that eroded the roots
of the tree the old man swurved his truck into
sometimes you cant hold together lies with just glue
it takes months and months of patience till a lie takes its hue
but you know when you fib, and tell stories not true...
the past will take its toll and in the end kill you....
3:jill was always kind of scared
and jack always knew just what to wear
girls always liked jack, slut it up for the night
jill kept to her self, pretty pretty, always acted quite polite
Stupid stupid, jack got her drunk
he taped her mouth, threw her in the trunk
spread her legs like crows over the trees, skin left bruised above her knees
now all that can get her off is a lover rough and never soft
i am so cabaret, slewing in the alleyway
head down, pigeontoed, brainsick,half-baked
-gaga in the backstreets
i know she's fragmented, unsmooth
-tears drawn
wrapped up in her bedsheets
but everyone loves a little girl all whored up
watch the makeup melt right off her face
on her lingerie you undo the lace
oh but know one knew she had a beautiful singing voice
she didnt realize she had a choice
but now shes smoking ciggarettes at the age of fifteen and a raging alchohalic beauty queen
4:
we walk in the cool breeze
stop, and lean against the trees
it always seems that when youre with me
youre voice gets a little raspy
take a stop on the side of the road
place our feet to the ground
ass to the curb and listen for the sound
of the cheap city buses and rusty old street lights
I never see you much on this side of town
It's asbestos and lead and a bit broken down
we collapsed in the leaves on the side of the street
and drew hearts on our hands to make ends meet
You tried to steal a kiss with those chapped lips
But a cold autumn wind whispered in my ears
You should wait till winter when snow covers the strip mall by our house
And the rooftop of that department store is white
where you bought that cute little blouse
And youre a stranger girl, but id take you out for a night
Downtown kinda looks nice just at this light
Remember be bundled up, when we kiss on the bench by the creek
and we could feel the water running next to our feet
I'll probably buy you something cheap
and you'll say,"oh, that's sweet"
I wont have to fake a smile(or try to keep up)
And I won't have to pretend
I won't have to shut up
and i wont loose another friend
5:
i bought some bananas at the store the other day
the lady at the register said paper or plastic
i said what's it gonna matter the bananas are the same either way
all i know is paper kills trees
and what the hell is plastic made out of anyway?
i went to my psychiatrist the other day
she gave me some pills and now i feel better
but why is someone with years of experience
better to diagnose me normal or sane?
but at least i can talk to people with out getting nervous
all i have to do is take 12 pills a day
i feel like a fish without wings....and im floating to the bottom of the sky
i don't get why we work everyday
when we could be outside
having fun while we play
only years of school could set me up
for a working system thats so corrupt
ill raise my kids
knee deep in debt
ill keep buying them all the worthless shit they want
just because i wanna be known as a nice guy like that
im six feet under with no dignity
but at least i'm the youngest to die on my big ol' family tree
so i found out itching and scratching only spreads the disease
did you know it causes cancer when you lay too long in tanning booths?
i guess sooner or later our pety attempts at beauty will tear us out from the inside
6:
got blood to match her makeup
and the looks that could turn gold
but shes overdosed on ignorance
and her insides are all sold
shes chopped up in pieces
and laid down on the floor
but no one can hear her screaming
from underneath the floor
all her friends are cardboard boxes
and broken down to make space
so they left her behind
cuz they needed a pretty face
someone please call the doctor
someone please phone the nurse
this girls choking on innocense
and i cant reverse this curse
it hurts to much to smell her scent
of death redin with beauty
its really hard to say this
and really hard to cry
when all the backups are failing
and all your recruits die
there's a message getting thru
and its coming way too soon
try to stop the press
cuz tonight im with the moon
and she won't be alone
cuz ill be left unknown
line 1:
realized all my friends are pencils and pens
I am the paper and they write all over me
I am covered with tatoos of my sins
And they're just jealous because I'm bright pink at the bottom of the sea
No one talks very much anymore
They're scared when they let words run loose they will scream too loud
So loud they fuck up their vocal chords and their throats run sore
What would happen if we all let loose, started a war inside ourselves. We would cut through our flesh with our own bones. You have beautiful insides :)
45245:
When I was younger I used to walk to school everyday..
I took this path that no one took, it went through the woods.
One day i saw a little boy, he was about 10 years old. He had short brown hair, green eyes, and. He was really scruffy and dirty. The weird thing was that he was stuck under a fence. I asked him if he needed help but he just looked at me and started laughing.
I wanted to help him, but my body wouldn't let me. I continued to school and then went home. The next morning i saw him again. He kept laughing at me. I really didn't know what the fuck his problem was.
The next day i brought him some food and water. I set it next to him and he gave me the weirdest look. I said, "eat it, you look like you need it kid." He didn't do anything with it, he just laughed right in my face.
The day after that I brought him some clothing, some of my old pants and a shirt. His shirt was all torn and haggard. I set the clothes next to him and said,"put em on, your clothes are a little messed up". He just fucking laughed at me again. This time I ran off, I was pissed, I screamed at him,"This is what the fuck i get for trying to help people"
The next day I brought two of my friends. We walked through the woods but we saw no fence...I guess I got lost, I can concentrate a lot easier when I'm alone.
I didn't take that path for a while, A started taking the bus or getting a ride from my sister a couple monthes or like half a year.
One Day I missed the bus....
It was a sunny day so i said what the hell, why not take my old path, so i did.
I came to wear the fence was. I saw the boy sitting there on the ground leaning against the fence. I thought he was crying so i walked up to him. He wasnt fucking crying, he was laughing, wearing my old clothes and eating that damn food I gave him. He was laughing at me, like he always fucking laughed at me.
I always carried this old butterfly knife my uncle gave me with me. I was pretty good with it.
I couldnt take the laughing, it was ringing in my ears like the first day i fucking heard it. I took the knife and i slit his throat ten times. It felt so good just to do it, In my mind he deserved it.
I jumped the fence. There was a pond. It was scummy and nasty but I didnt wanna get caught, I stripped his clothes and threw them in a tree. Then I threw him in the pond.
About now they started building houses around there and the pond was dried out. Yeah, they found the body but, it was in the water so long it was just pretty much a skeleton. the tree got higher, and the clothing detearated but i still know what went on. Sometimes i pass by there in my car and see someone staring at me from that tree....And He's Still Fucking Laughing, He will never go away..
~eye_am_rufio~