Take your time, come on, get what you've come for.
Here's my night:
"And how my death march brings a tear to your eye"
I can't find any fucking batteries in my house. It's three a-fucking-m, I'm wide awake, I'm stoned in my head, I've got a femme-hawk, I've got Shaun of the Dead in my dvd player, I've got The Distillers in the cd player and my voice in the mic., I'm so bored I'm bleeding, I haven't said 'fuck' enough today, but I'm about to 'cause there's a fucking train going by and I can't fucking wait till I'm moved into my cute little home-by-the-sea where the only thing keeping me awak at night is the crashing of the waves, but I digress, I got my raise today, (that's what he said. HA!), I cut my finger on a corkscrew, I licked the blood off my finger. And I liked it.
"What a surprise."
So I went out to find more. More blood. It was all I could think about, and I was starting to fucking go nuts! I wasn't wearing enough eye make up either, so that annoyed me and I sat down to fix my shit before I went out in search of fresh blood.
"What is the price?"
I was in luck because there was this skinny little chick right outside my front door. She was dressed like she was going somewhere formal and she was standing with this preppy kid that just looked like a fuck-ass to me. He walked away on his cell phone, and she stood there looking a little uncomfortable.
"What is the prize?"
She all of a sudden noticed me standing on my portch and squinted to see in the shadows. I blew my cigarette in the general direction of her face and she looked away, as if I'd done something rude.
"What a surprise."
Bitch. Whatever. I bled her dry in a matter of minutes and just for style, I cut off all of her stupid fucking long hair. It just irritated me.
"Do you do it?"
All that fucking kid said was 'hey'. He didn't even look me in the eyes.
"Do you feed it?"
He just stared at my tits. I was wearing my black tanktop that said "can you afford me?" on the front in big white letters.
"Do you sell it?"
He couldn't afford me, he shouldn't have even looked. I didn't even want to taste him, but I thought that the world would be a better place without him.
"Do you need it?"
I'm going to walk to the store to get a soda. My mouth is so dry.
"All my friends are murderers."
Don't waste my time, come on, get what you've come for.
Here's my night:
"And how my death march brings a tear to your eye"
I can't find any fucking batteries in my house. It's three a-fucking-m, I'm wide awake, I'm stoned in my head, I've got a femme-hawk, I've got Shaun of the Dead in my dvd player, I've got The Distillers in the cd player and my voice in the mic., I'm so bored I'm bleeding, I haven't said 'fuck' enough today, but I'm about to 'cause there's a fucking train going by and I can't fucking wait till I'm moved into my cute little home-by-the-sea where the only thing keeping me awak at night is the crashing of the waves, but I digress, I got my raise today, (that's what he said. HA!), I cut my finger on a corkscrew, I licked the blood off my finger. And I liked it.
"What a surprise."
So I went out to find more. More blood. It was all I could think about, and I was starting to fucking go nuts! I wasn't wearing enough eye make up either, so that annoyed me and I sat down to fix my shit before I went out in search of fresh blood.
"What is the price?"
I was in luck because there was this skinny little chick right outside my front door. She was dressed like she was going somewhere formal and she was standing with this preppy kid that just looked like a fuck-ass to me. He walked away on his cell phone, and she stood there looking a little uncomfortable.
"What is the prize?"
She all of a sudden noticed me standing on my portch and squinted to see in the shadows. I blew my cigarette in the general direction of her face and she looked away, as if I'd done something rude.
"What a surprise."
Bitch. Whatever. I bled her dry in a matter of minutes and just for style, I cut off all of her stupid fucking long hair. It just irritated me.
"Do you do it?"
All that fucking kid said was 'hey'. He didn't even look me in the eyes.
"Do you feed it?"
He just stared at my tits. I was wearing my black tanktop that said "can you afford me?" on the front in big white letters.
"Do you sell it?"
He couldn't afford me, he shouldn't have even looked. I didn't even want to taste him, but I thought that the world would be a better place without him.
"Do you need it?"
I'm going to walk to the store to get a soda. My mouth is so dry.
"All my friends are murderers."
Don't waste my time, come on, get what you've come for.
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chazisdead:
Yur
weird


shane_is_rad:
I like the new pic.
