MARILYNmanson:snakeyesforsissies
wrench is just a household god. but i carry mine with pride. i don't work but. i can work with. it to split your smile. run you down without a twitch. car's not as big as mine. tear the son out of your bitch and. sprinkle your remains with lime. i ain't no workin' man. i do the best i can. i got the devil's hand. rollin' sixes. i am the habit man. i use up all i can. i got the slackers hand. i can use remote control. daydream milk and genocide. tranquility with broken knees. silly putty enemies. butter knife in your side. what i got, i got for free. middle finger technology. whats yours is mine, yours is mine, told you fucker yours is mine. snake eyes for sissies. i ain't no workin' man. i do the best i can. i got the devils hand. i am the habit man. i use up all i can. i got the slackers hand. i was prophesised by shag-ri-la's. i am the leader of the pack. i am the pedophiles dream. messianic peter pan. just a boy, just a boy, just a little fuckin' boy. i can never be a man. i ain't no workin' man. i do the best i can. i got the devils hand. rollin' sixes. i am the habit man. i use up all i can. i got the slackers hand.
SWEETtooth
her heart shivers in my hand. she's melting on me like cotton candy. i make the faces that make you cry. i want you more when you're afraid of my. disease, disease has jaded me. any more you're not so pretty please. disease, disease has jaded me. i want you more when you're afraid of me. i will break you inside out. you are mine, you are mine. her hair hangs in swollen strings. i'm choking on her. feels so sickening. i make the faces that make you cry. i want you more when you're my. disease, disease has jaded me. anymore you're not so pretty please. disease, disease has jaded me. i want you more when you're afraid of me. i will break you inside out. you are mine, you are mine.
killing is killing whether done for duty, profit, or fun. RICHARDramirez
SO! i finished my first final in thirty minutes, and i fucking aced it. -nods-
Words are words, they do not hurt nor do they heal. It is the intention and the belligerent prick behind those words you have to concern yourself with. They are the real enemy. Not the words. Words are an abstract construct, they do not really exist. It's nice to make believe they do, that these formations I'm making right now really do matter, but they do not. No, they sure don't. They're no more than squigglies on a computer screen, a pad of paper, or thoughts coming from my mouth.
Yeah, folks, words and language are my passion, my clay. I mold them quite well, from what I've been told, but I am not delusional. No, I realize that words are an intangible beast like love. And no, folks, it's not love that hurts, it's the pain of loss. Of abandonment. These are all abstract constructs, they do not really exist. They are figments of our imagination, as are most things. Well, truth be told, nothing is undebatable, not even the bed upon which I sit. It is all debatable, therefore, nothing is known, therefore the human breed is merely conditioned to believe these things on blind faith, because someone a millenia ago decided it to be so.
Just let me lay a what-if upon you... What if the colour blue is really the colour orange. Or, let's slip a little deeper, what if the colour blue is really pillow. Who is to say? Who really knows, without the shadow of a doubt? Do you? Do you really think you know anything? And no, I'm not being condescending, I'm not saying you're an idiot. No, what I'm saying is: What if everything we've been learned is wrong? And yes, I say learned because in the world today, we are not taught. Taught allows room for error, and teachers and other such officials today preach from their pulpit in front of the chalk board everything as undeniable fact. No, nothing is that way. Nothing is that black and white. Nothing is so simple as right or wrong. There are a million shades of grey, and a million interpretations, and really, that's all we do. Interpret the information coming through our minds, and we all have the ability to right or wrong, or both at the same damned time.
Now, some will say that they're merely used for popular understanding, well, y'know what? Fuck popular understanding, and for that matter, fuck popular culture. Seriously now, if our existence were to be examined and graded by the current standards of humanity, we would recieve a very low F. A pop culture with a fifteen second attention span. Warhol's theory of fifteen minutes died with the advent of MTV. That was the downfall. No, no. I take that back. With television period. On the news, we get fifteen second soundbytes of spun reality, and that is one reason why I refuse to watch television. Fifteen second soundbytes and commercials telling you how to be and what to wear and how to smell, otherwise you're not going to get laid. Well, bollocks to that.
We're a consumer culture on the skids. Fifteen second fashion trends and that's been going since the beginning of time, really. Not to the extent it is today, or in the past century...
But I digress...
GETyourgunn
goddamn your righteous hand! i eat innocent meat. the housewife i will beat. the pro-life i will kill. what you won't do, i will. i bash myself to sleep. what you sow i will reap. i scar myself, you see. i wish i wasn't me. i am the little stick. you stir it in the shit. i hate therefore i am. goddamn your righteous hand. goddamn. oh lord. goddamn. oh lord. pseudo morals work real well on the talk shows for the weak. selective judgment goodguy badges don't mean a fuck to me. i throw a li'l fit. i slit my teenage wrists. the most i can learn. is records that you burn. get your gunn. pseudo morals work real well. on the talk shows for the weak. selective judgments, good guy badges don't mean a fuck to me. i am the VHS, record me with your fist. want me to save the world? i'm just a li'l girl. pseudo morals work real well on the talk shows for the weak. selective judgment, good guy badges, don't mean a fuck to me. get your gunn.
