Anger...My bedtime friend...My companion...with your trident poking me like a Monkey with sharpened spurrs rides on my back...Jutting me in places I didn't know I could feel...But I do...It is my Motivation, inebriation...I wait for it until it takes ahold of my face, and kisses me biting my tongue and pulling my hair until I can no longer do anything but let the orgasmic scream of it out as I open my eyes and reach back, claws drawn, and eyes widened, aflame with the ultimate passion...The need to destroy, to encompass, take on A feral stance and naked I jump back, reflexes ablaze, I don't care about your stupid little seemless pity-shit problems...Take your sadness and wallow in it...I spit on your wretched and just plain pathetic stance...you too are naked...I can see all your softspots...I know where I have to flick my tongue to hurt you in the slightest...and you shall take it again, and again...you people ALWAYS do...I clasp both hands and bring down my bare fists upon your martyred head...all the so-called imaginary friends cannot help you now...You ARE alone...and I am not here to even put you out of your misery...I am here to make you EAT it...Lick it up, Baby...LICK IT UP!
I will take your face and delicately cup it in my hands, and I shall whisper a word into your ear...the word is unknown to you...you may know it as just that...A simple word...But it is in fact THEE word...The solution...But no matter how hard I squeeze your pretty manicured face, I will take your eyes and scrape them into the ground until I feel it...Are you struggling? You feel that? The Fight in you is actually trying to help you realize?? Thats It...COME ON!! FIGHT ME!! You are SO fuckin Pathetic...Come on...Let That little light shine, you FUCK! What...? No Light Yet? Then I shall Help you again...Maybe I shall Jump onto you and choke you with my thighs...I wanna see your whiny face turn red...Take It easy...Everybody has A Ticket to ride, 'cept for Me and MY Monkey!! Are you coughing?? AYE! Theres The struggle...C'mon...Ohhhhhh....Look...You broke one of your porcelain nails...and your Fake Dreads are coming out in my hands...You REALLY are PATHETIC! You need My Monkeys Trident Up YOUR ASS! You ARE a pantiwaist piece of fodder...I would Spit on you...But you might like it...You want the world to know just how HORRIBLE your life is?? Then WEAR IT WITH PRIDE!! But you don't deserve that attention...You just look for it because you have NO FUCKING PAIN! Your Pain is about as sharp as your wit...and That is being kind.
I stand Naked...You lay there, crying...as always...WAAAAAAAAH!!! The World is SO GODAMNED CRUEL!!
It's People like you that give me strength...and you ALWAYS want to be the victim...But when you actually are? You cannot take it..You do not USE it...I kick you again, right in the gut...You just keep crying...Hey...I think we have a Kodak moment here folks!
No wonder Cats only take it this far before abandoning mice like you...
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Ick, you have the flu
Love and kisses
Michelle xx
Have fun at High on Fire. I think Mastodon are on tour, too... That might be fun... (speak of the devil, what do you know... I just glanced at the "recent interviews" footer on the bottom of the page, and both High on Fire and Mastodon are featured)
I was at the Rev Horton Heat a couple weeks ago, and the pit was mighty riled up and rowdy (and loose, a rarity these days!), and I got smacked in the nose really hard. Blood was streaming down my face and neck, and I didn't give a fuck. It was bliss. I wish I had a picture to share... you'd have liked it.
I wish you good aim