"What the fuck? What's going on? Holy shit. Oh my god. Jesus Christ!"
That's what some people were saying, when I romped through the hallways of school, wearing a black bandana over my mouth, with a ripped hole, and safety pins, pinning the hole over my mouth shut. My lipstick, pale with a black line down the bottom lip. My mouth twisted evil smiles through the safety pins at the screaming niggers. People were literally screaming and huddling together. The hallways parted like the red sea for me. No one wanted to be near me, or touch me.
I was the talk of the school. There was even a gathering in the GYM to pray for me. My exboyfriend actually talked to me. It's amazing how I must do off the wall shit, just to earn his attention for a few minutes. He gets bored easily, so now I must find something to top this, in order to get his pretty mouth puking rivers of sentences in my direction.
I was also wearing my Satanic Rosary, when a black girl asked, "Why is he upside down? He's suppose to be the other way around." ...and I was like, "No. He's suppose to be like this." Then, I started telling Liz about how the girl who did my nails said it was "cute" and asked me where I got it. She didn't even know what it meant and she could barely speak English. Then, my exboyfriend rang out, "Where did you get it?" Oh, his voice is Satan's choir singing my funeral song. How dreadfully lovely, it is.
"Does your Jesus hang low? Can you tie him in a knot? Can you tie him in a bow? Does your Jesus hang low?"
Liz's lip started randomly bleeding while in conversation with me during GYM. I was like, "Liz! Your lip is bleeding! Look!" Then, I handed her my mirror and said, "Don't get blood on my mirror!" as she smeared the blood on her lips and chin, and then squeezed her lips to get more blood out. By the end of then affair, darling had blood dripping down her chin. I said, "Go show Coach!" So we got up and showed the Coach (who claims he's a vampire, but cringed at the sight of Liz's blood). He gave her tissue, but she just ate it off her mouth. The leftovers were getting thick and started clumping on her chin in a dark, period blood, sort of way.
That's what some people were saying, when I romped through the hallways of school, wearing a black bandana over my mouth, with a ripped hole, and safety pins, pinning the hole over my mouth shut. My lipstick, pale with a black line down the bottom lip. My mouth twisted evil smiles through the safety pins at the screaming niggers. People were literally screaming and huddling together. The hallways parted like the red sea for me. No one wanted to be near me, or touch me.
I was the talk of the school. There was even a gathering in the GYM to pray for me. My exboyfriend actually talked to me. It's amazing how I must do off the wall shit, just to earn his attention for a few minutes. He gets bored easily, so now I must find something to top this, in order to get his pretty mouth puking rivers of sentences in my direction.
I was also wearing my Satanic Rosary, when a black girl asked, "Why is he upside down? He's suppose to be the other way around." ...and I was like, "No. He's suppose to be like this." Then, I started telling Liz about how the girl who did my nails said it was "cute" and asked me where I got it. She didn't even know what it meant and she could barely speak English. Then, my exboyfriend rang out, "Where did you get it?" Oh, his voice is Satan's choir singing my funeral song. How dreadfully lovely, it is.
"Does your Jesus hang low? Can you tie him in a knot? Can you tie him in a bow? Does your Jesus hang low?"
Liz's lip started randomly bleeding while in conversation with me during GYM. I was like, "Liz! Your lip is bleeding! Look!" Then, I handed her my mirror and said, "Don't get blood on my mirror!" as she smeared the blood on her lips and chin, and then squeezed her lips to get more blood out. By the end of then affair, darling had blood dripping down her chin. I said, "Go show Coach!" So we got up and showed the Coach (who claims he's a vampire, but cringed at the sight of Liz's blood). He gave her tissue, but she just ate it off her mouth. The leftovers were getting thick and started clumping on her chin in a dark, period blood, sort of way.
Means nothing to me but my mum wants me to pass it on, and seeing your from Gretna, all be it LA...
God I fucking hate soccer...
-laughs-
I know where you are
I'm bored.
go figure.
what a rad sounding rosary
that guys voice makes me envious obviously.