--- Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation


QuodThe mind is a devastating hollow whisk With words unspoken and a crimson bliss To the thoughts of everlastingQuod
Right down to the thought of hope But the words you want to say They always make you choke
And to this I will hand you my deathless bearing The mind is bottomless With something you keep on hearing
The dwelled in darkness seems to make itself at home And to this you make your real self unknown.


The Monster in the MirrorThere's a monster under my bed Hidden with stashes of food Sometimes I think it's all in my headThe Monster in the Mirror
There's a monster in my closet With it are bags of vomit Cleansed, after running the faucet
There's a monster in my bathroom It flushes away its pain sometimes But it continues to loom
There's a monster in my mirror But sometimes I can't see It never does disappear Then I realize that monster is me.
Vivica
Your work is brilliant, by the way.
you match pictures and words perfectly
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"Who tells u not to part from the herd? The wolf or the herd ?"
What makes you perfect for me ? Your flaws.
For More.
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Mothership, mothership, do you read me?
But so are you! <3
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as the blossom eats the butterfly. })({
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Hail Satan.
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There is hope and a kind of beauty in there somewhere, if you look for it. H. R. Gigercompared to what he told you, he was polite to me! XD
***hearts for you!
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"With my mighty fists of horror and unstoppable cruelty,
I am the tool of destruction, vengeance, and fury!"
- Invader Zim on Hobo 13
~~~ pereat mundus, dum ego salvus sim ~~~
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