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Wednesday, January 27, 2010 @ 1:42 PM
the city calls for girls and drugs burning daylight and burning liquid, into veins and hearts and hollowed out bones pulled taught over milky white skin. see their brownbrown eyes too dead for any real colour. and the boys and the tricks, and pimps and whores, too cold to care about the fuck. and this is the world i stare at from across my seat in the breakfast diner. the sunlight rips through the scene through the window on the plaster white wall; a door unveiling a choice. or hide my time among books and lies tucked away in a corner hill in the residential green of generic homes on rows and a library with a throne that ended this whole mess. it ended with a kiss under the stars where only kings could play. he asked me why i did it, so innocently. i turned to him, eyes of poison and words of lustful acid i could not have sounded anymore dead the first one was an accident. but i liked the rip of the flesh, and the pour of the blood. so i kept going until i was satisfied with my bloody canvas. his silence was my invitation. "dont ask the painter why she paints |
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Name.Royce Horoscope.Sagittarius
Age.16
Birthday.04.12.92
I might be emotional but I'm not weak.
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