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ATTENTIOOOON:

I got a new journal, embitteredzombi.
So go add it. :|

I srsly don't update this anymore, meng.







So yeah, I love Mikey Way more than anyone does. I don't care what the fuck you think, you're wrong. I'm better than you, accept it and move on. I hate everything, and don't think you're not included. Don't talk to me, I'll just make you realize how insignificant you are. My witty facetiousness owns you.



Exotic celebration
In the shack with 36 rooms.
Paradise celebration
In the house of dark green glass.
Fantastic celebration
On the backs of singing stallions.
Tropical celebration
On the ship with neon masts.

Don't you carve out 70 years.
They distill diamonds from your tears.

I see the kids riding flamingos.
Jumping off cars into the street.
Everyone's asleep on the suburban lawn.
Their dreams small talk above the Cabernet Sauvignon.

Exotic celebration
In the trenches filled with skeletons.
Paradise celebration
On the clouds flying round the world.
Fantastic celebration
On the eyelids of the deserts.
Sparkling celebration
On the roofs of midnight malls.

Sold to the wolf teeth when I was young.
Shipped off to butchers when I was a baby.
I'm looking for a confetti gun.
Open my mouth, there's fireworks exploding.
You didn't know me when I was young
Before the stingers stung,
Before everyone took off.

Exotic celebration.
Paradise celebration.
Fantastic celebration.
Tropical celebration.
Exotic celebration.
Paradise celebration.
Fantastic celebration.
Sparkling celebration.

I see the kids wrapped in Christmas lights
Dancing in the living room in bare feet.
Let's drive your car off the pier.
Open the window, swim to the beach.

Sold to the wolf teeth when I was young.
Shipped off to the butchers when I was a baby.
I'm looking for a confetti gun.
Open my mouth, there's fireworks exploding.
You didn't know me when I was young.
Before the stingers stung,
Before everyone took off.

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I am the son, and the heir...of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I am the son and heir of nothing in particular.

You shut your mouth, how can you say, I go about things the wrong way? I am human and I need to be loved -- just like everybody else does.

I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I am the son and the heir of nothing in particular.

You shut your mouth, how can you say, I go about things the wrong way? I am human and I need to be loved -- just like everybody else does.

There's a club if you'd like to go, you could meet somebody who really loves you...
so you go, and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own, and you go home, and you cry, and you want to die.

When you say it's gonna happen "now," well, when exactly do you mean? See I've already waited too long, and all my hope is gone.

You shut your mouth, how can you say, I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved -- just like everybody else does.

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Break my face in...it was the kindest touch you ever gave.
Wrap my dreams around your thighs and drape my hope upon the chance to touch your arm...fabulous muscles.
Cremate me after you cum on my lips, honey boy...place my ashes in a vase, beneath your workout bench.
No romance, no sexiness, but a star-filled night...
Kneeling down before the now familiar flesh of your deformed penis...
Wigging out before the unfamiliar flesh of my broken neck.

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You come in, check my time, you got fornication crimes...
I've seen your hope on television.
Where you've been, wore my word, they've got tricycles in skirts, this is a mouth that needs religion.

And they all want to love the cause, 'cause they all need to be the cause, they all want to fuck the cause.

So take me down, down through this, kill the common law that missed, this is the blood I love to share.

Little pistols and companion halls...desperation tentacles, I've been alone since '89.

We've got a menstruating disguise, then know three completes the five, this is a church that should believe.

And they all want to free the cause, 'cause they all need to dream a cause, they all need to be a cause.

You've got all and it's...pretty good but I...seem to be in disbelief.

You come in, check my time...you've got fornication crimes, I've seen your death on television.
Cue immortal child like times, separation is divine, here is a strike beneath your knees.

And they all want to love the cause, 'cause they all need to be the cause, they all want to fuck the cause.

Take me down, down through this...kill the white within the bliss, here is a waiting room that wants to save your life.

And they all want to love the cause...they all need to be the cause...they all want to dream a cause...they all need to fuck the cause.

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Yo, it's Necro the Sexorcist, the porn king, show me your breasteses, I'm the best there is. The foul shit, bounce with me, degrading, depraving, debauchery, you're naked on the couch with me. Bitch getting fucked in your ass through your fishnets, cutting queefs, you're bound to eat shit next. A tit fest, I’m fucking dumb blondes 'til my dick is numb, hoe lick the scum, sticking a gun in your cunt for fun. Fakin' making believe I'm raping you, choking you makes you cum. It's edge play, be careful, fuck around and murder you by mistake and leave you dead in the bed slayed. Not my intentions. You’ll lick prick 'til your lips rip the hips split in your cryptic. Explicit, sadistic, innuendos...sluts in the windows, bimbos dipped in timbos. Short black leather skirts, stomach tattoo, glitter panties, sexy belt -- had to have you. Ridiculous pussy lips, I predicted you be addicted to my dick once you lick it. Bent you over backwards, upside down, reverse is more perverse...fucked on the floor first. To a raw verse rippin' your clothes off blow my nose off on your hair then I doze off. The raunchiest, flaunt your tits. I'm the horniest fornicating, torturing clits, a porn genius. With a long penis diggin' up your organs jiggin you, stabbing you, friggin' you. I'm too big for you. You got a tight sphincter, you need one in the pink and one in the stink, lyrical magentas drippin’ outta your ass, I'll cum in your drink. Piss in your face. Spit in your mouth. Fuck what you think. Shit on your blouse. Then kick you outta my house...naked. Slut take it, that’s what initiations about. An official occasion to go all out, fuck a bitch in the ass ‘til her colon falls out. Rubbin’ oil all over your fat round ass, smack it, abuse it, lick it, and pound it fast. Stick it continuously when I get in you I strenuously pin you to the floor and generously fuck your G spot rapidly, happily, dapily to the boombapity beat. The Sexorcist, the next to blitz so blow up some bitch, go get your hair fixed, prepare your lips. So fellatio, you spacey hoe, the ratio of your brain too infusable, is way too low, you're made to blow, you’re a delicious nutritious dish of fish, an official bitch.

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If Bright Eyes is indie, then Norma Jean is rap.
Straight up.

I love Katie. More than anything. Ever. Don't question it.



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