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i fugured out why i'm not terribly social,
i assume that most people suck, so why bother...
but, if i don't go out and socialize how can i weed out the nice people?
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I Shed Tears
Not for a lost cause
Not for a broken heart
As the morning light
Not for dying hope
Not for fading glory
Began to shine
Not for lost family
Not for lost friends
I saw I don't belong
For evil inside me
I shed tears
One last time...

i hope it's okay that i'm posting something i didn't write.

rust and stardust

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or 'starlet.'

Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze,
I cannot get out, said the starling.)

Where are you riding, Dolores Haze?
What make is the magic carpet?
Is a Cream Cougar the present craze?
And where are you parked, my car pet?

Who is your hero, Dolores Haze?
Still one of those blue-caped star-men?
Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays,
And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen!

Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts!
Are you still dancin', darlin'?
(Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts,
And I, in my corner, snarlin'.)

Happy, happy is gnarled McFate
Touring the States with a child wife,
Plowing his Molly in every State
Among the protected wild life.

My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair,
And never closed when I kissed her.
Know an old perfume called Soleil Vert?
Are you from Paris, mister?

Dying, dying, Lolita Haze,
Of hate and remorse, I'm dying.
And again my hairy fist I raise,
And again I hear you crying.

Officer, officer, there they go -
In the rain, where that lighted store is!
And her socks are white, and I love her so,
And her name is Haze, Dolores.

Officer, officer, there they are -
Dolores Haze and her lover!
Whip out your gun and follow that car.
Now tumble out, and take cover.

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Her dream-gray gaze never flinches.
Ninety pounds is all she weighs
With a height of sixty inches.

My car is limping, Dolores Haze,
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.

- vladimir nabakov, Lolita
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    full circle - loreena mckennitt
so cliche

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So I took it upon myself to investigate that puzzling community that was left in the last post. In order to do such a thing, I decided it would be entertaining to join the community and create a fake app to see what all the fuss was about. Come to find out is was nothing more than another pathetic livejournal rating community, where the only way to be "accepted" was by how many holes were in your head, and how much makeup was on your face. Not too mention the little parasites called me boring. Hah, Miss Abby boring? Oh please. Their superficial exploits of what is to be considered beautiful and original are sickening, and its quite funny that people need to have their egos brought up by a sort of phony beauty.

What is beauty anyways?

- Miss Abby
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Coolness beyond the grip of reality
Standing so far back you can't ever touch me
A little porcelin figurine
that's never been touched
never been played with
wearing the same old tired
alibi that was given
the night you did not come home
the night you started walking
and never looked back
you ran so far away
when you stopped
you slammed back into yourself
cannot escape the voices in your head
cannot run faster then the speed of thought
cannot ever get away from me, little girl
So cool, so poised
untouchable, unattainable, unassailable
but I know your secrets, little girl
I know what you dream at night
I know why you don't talk to any one
I know why the grim reaper
is on your dance card
you want to tango with him
do a little cha-cha
a little rhumba
end it with a sweet little waltz
fade away into the nothing
in his eyes
you fight so hard to make it right
you try so hard to hide yourself
What you forget will
make you remember
you had dreams once, little girl
you wanted everything
you thought you could make it
as only you
you thought that you were good enough
as only you
and you learned so well, little girl
you learned their lessons,
you know how to be cool,
you know how to be uninvovled,
twice removed from everything
so clean, so pure, so icy clear,
you learned the right things to say
you learned how to dress
you learned how not to feel
you escaped yourself
left her standing confused in the rain
I know you, little girl
I know you still cry at night,
I know you want her back
your dreams are sitting dusty in the attic
a little spit, a little polish
they'll never know you left
get dirty little girl
get wicked
get your hands deep into the cookie jar
scrub your skin until it bleeds
rub the lies from your eyes
you can fuck the world
or you can sleep with death
your choice
your life
but I know you little girl
the scars on your wrist
were never deep enough
the pills in the bottle
were never enough
fuck the world little girl
take it into your womb
let her grow again, little girl
she was never quite as bad
as you believed,
never as stupid
never as ugly
never as sad
break away, toss it down
leave all the posing to the
mannequins who don't have to love
take her back, embrace her
little girl, apart you are dying
together you can live
life line

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Never Trust

Trust that I won't help you,
Know my weakness is my strength,
My eyes lie when I tell the truth,
I just can't seem to change,

Add this to my collection,
You would be afraid of me,
If you knew my intentions
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