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And now on Sprokets, we dance!
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Created on 2001-04-04 19:51:45 (#91913), last updated 2009-11-04
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| Name: | Lillian |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 1985-04-02 |
| Location: | Portland, Oregon, United States |
| Website: | very old website (IT WILL MAKE YOUR EYES BLEED BLOOD) |
Contact:
lilly.of.doom@gmail.com| whiskey is non judgemental love | |||||
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blah blah blah, suburban decay, blah blah blah melodrama, blah blah blah, psuedointrospection, blah blah blah, silliness. I am a teenager with a livejournal. Fear me. This is one of those boring "what I did today" kinds of journal/blogs. Its main purpose is to allow me to keep track of other as well as keep a somewhat cohesive record of my life, because my memory isn't good enough and I suck at keeping paper journals. Ergo, this gets boring. Most of the juicy/interesting/incriminating stuff is on a filtered/friends only basis.
Spy, spy, pretty girl
I see you see me through your window
Don't turn your nose up
Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or last
It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you
I'm the Cream
Of the Great Utopia Dream
And you're the gleam
In the depths of your banker's spleen
I'm a phallus in pigtails
And there's blood on my nose
And my tissue is rotting
Where the rats chew my bones
And my eye sockets empty
See nothing but pain
I keep having this brainstorm
About twelve times a day
So now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed
As I'm Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
I got eyes in my backside
That see electric tomatoes
On credit card rye bread
There are children in washrooms
Holding hands with a queen
And my heads full of murders
Where only killers scream
So now you ould spend the morning talking with me quite amazed
Look out, I'm raving mad and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
Now you run from your window
To the porcelain bowl
And you're sick from your ears
To the red parquet floor
And the Braque on the wall
Slides down your front
And eats through your belly
It's very catching
So now, you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed
About the strange Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed.
Unwashed And Somewhat Slightly Dazed, David Bowie
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