The EndingYou're not going to find NeverlandBy following the yellow brick roadAnd you can't follow the stars to OzClick your heels and make them danceCupid's playing with his arrowsAnd there's a bullseye across your heartThe rabbit hole is too deep this timeWe want to teach the kids how to play deadWake up to tea with the kingThe queen has been overruledOff with your mouth!You're not going to kill the witch with songsAnd who can walk in glass slippers anywayThe Cheshire's smile fades at midnightOnly a kiss will stir the demons sleepWhen you wish upon a cardThe castle falls from its wondrous landWhen the good and wicked share a pumpkin carriageHappily ever can't be too far after.
Pretend I'm a tacoWarm and gooey,Crunchy and hard.Hot oozing cheeseFresh juicy tomatoesCrisp, wet lettuceYour love for it growsIts so unbearable to resistThe longing inside is so uncontrollably painfulOne delicate tasteOne delicious morselThe only comforting escape from your deepest hungerYou're finally set free!You hesitate to allow the sweet smellInvade your sensesThen devour it wholeBecoming truly happyLicking the remains from your fingertipsIf only you loved meLike you love yourTaco
just a glimsePick up bags of half eaten chips and candy wrappers. Quiet the noise in the hall beacause the noise it the room can't hear itself think. Change the cd, make sure it suits everyone. Mingle. Flirt. Attempt to do some more work and wonder why you are still awake. Lower the music. Say good bye as the room begins to clear. Flirt some more. Decide who is staying and who is leaving. Kick out the one who should stay. Give him a quick kiss goodnight then return to the other upstairs. Get changed. Brush your teeth. Climb into bed. Attempt to ignore your roomate until she finally gives up and leaves you alone. Talk for hours on end. Stay up all night talking and cuddling even though you have a 10 am class in the morning. Have some fun then fall alseep so you don't have to return much of the favor. Sleep until you
Once upon a Timeless StageAll the King's assesAnd all the Queen's whoresCouldn't put time together againThe clock ticks impatientlyLike a heart without a tragic endEveryone needs a little drama in their livesWhen the cards are stacked too highHow many will be cutWhen the pages will fallThis stage is not big enough for your egoFollow your own brick roadAnd paint it with verses of sanityCandy coated houses are sweeter in the makingAnd poisoned apples are sweeter when sourThorns on roses prick harder then spindlesWhen time stops, we will alreadyBe too late.
sicklyHe said She saidI'm sick of talkingreassuring wordsfaking I love you'sI'm sick of this shitDates with destinyparanoia ensuesthe monster in youclaws to escapethat ugly freak of jealousypain in my heartbreaking my asssick of cryingwant to feel lesslook for distractionsbut don't want thisgame of war to startbeing the one and onlyseems too patheticto say out loudscared to be alonemore scared of being loststop making me hate youlove youmiss youkiss youwant youneed youfeel youlove's a bitchso why can't i be?
violent thoughts:snoralufigousI'm so tired i want to diestick a wire hanger in your eyewind it down your throat and up your nosetie it into pretty bowsbloodshot and headache pains of sleep deprivationinduce violent thoughts and frustrating aggrivationafter homework is avioded and web-surfing had become boringa yawn, a stretch, cozy into bed and then comes the snoringsounds of choking, gagging on air arising from her bedi'm tossing and turning, longing to beat her with a pipe made of leadheadphones do nothing, I know I'm getting no sleep tonightmy friends say sneak up, watch her, hold her nose for a frightsleep will come when her alarm sounds, impaitently i waitobnoxious beeps, she's up and making more sounds, is this really my sleeps fate?
school-likeit's one of those dayslike the ones you see on t.v.where the weather in unknowntheres people in shorts and sweatshirtsjeans and tanksheavy coats and flip flopssome come stumbling to class in sweatsor even in what they were wearingthe night beforehungover from the deprivation of sleepor just plain hungoverothers strut into class all made uplike they're going to hit the catwalkbefore their next classthe professor is always lateexcept for the one time you areif that kid in the front doesn't shut upwith his insessive remarks of no real relavancehe will end up with a sharpened number 2through his eyeto study or to partyto sleep or to workto bother with this classor any other one just like it
AshesHave another cancer stickInduce death with great easeWe're all just fate's playthingsFlies on the walls of our own destinySo live hard die easyWhy take care of yourselfEat right, exercise, jazzercise, strippercise,Dance, yoga, runAvoid soda, bread, fast foodCan't avoid that speeding truckDrunk, high, careless, uncaringPractice safe lunch andUse condimentsSleeping pillsHide the bruises and scarsIt's all a gameBut there's no little top hat or thimbleOnce you pass go there's no cash prizesThat's only for the luckyAnd we have no say in who they areIt's never us anywayHappy half birthdayHope you make it to yourReal oneLight up anotherFlick off your caresWith the red glow of ashesAt the end of your turn
If fucking was a Olympic eventYou must go the distanceReach the highest and greatestJoygasm quality can allowIt's not porn for the athletically challengedThe limits are made to be pushedAll categories applyFlexibility, costumes, enduranceSpeeds, screams and tearsIts in the timing, the stamina, the chivalryIt's in the motion, the bodies, the eyesNot an event for the weak heartedThe crowds are cheering, the beds are creaking.The judges observingEvery hand placement, angle, positionEvery form, fuck, and fondleNot for the shy, the timid or the clothedOnly for the brave, eccentric and the nude
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