Tuesday, December 14, 2004

   A song that H.I.M fans might like.
+++++++++++++H.I.M+++++++++++++++
~~~~~~~In Love And Lonely~~~~~~~~~

In love and lonely
In love and lonely

I'm not with you my baby
Just to see you cry
I'm in love with you
Not the tears in your eyes

I can't remember
The last time you smiled
Oh I know how it feels
I know what it's like

To be
In love and lonely
In love and lonely

Don't what to do my baby
It's not alright
This can't be the end
The time to say good bye

No I won't walk away that easy
After all this time
Oh you know how it feels
You know what it's like

To be
In love and lonely
In love and lonely

Oh you know how it feels
You know what it's like
You know how it is
But you just can't stop crying

In love and lonely
In love and lonely

In love and lonely
In love and lonely
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Just so u no I am going closer to the wrist/main life giving vein b/c some 1 tryed to stop me. She said it was a sickness no 1 needs to no-not my mom, not my dad, no 1. My blade is my love and friend who do u think i will love ne more- no 1 thats who. Nobody actually really cares 4 me. I can care 4 my self. I have no 1. Oh yeah uhhh i may not b on for a few days it depends on my mood, emotions, feelings, dorment murderer. ~Hump~ Well yeah with that said, I bid yee a farethee well.
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   But Momma, I Want To Touch The Shiny Ponty Thingy
I no i havent been posting alot but my depression has been getin to me. Since i dont have a single person to spend this wretched holiday with. So i sit here an cry on my keybord till it fries.

I really want to grab the razor(my razor is my only love now, my only friend.) i have hidden in my bed but, I've forced my self to stop, but, i long 4 my blood to spill the way it always has when I cut my self.

So much pain and plesure ~Bites Bottem Lip and Moans remembering all her cuts and bruses and the Taste of her blood~. ~Sighs~ So in place of the cutting I've been drinking and dopin up (whisky&speed) i want my blade so badly, hence the name of this post: "But Momma, I Want To Touch The Shiny Ponty Thingy."

My blades always stained w/my blood.

Well farethee well. Cutting is the only thing that makes the sorrow go away I want my blade so badly ~winces and sighs~ *Growled*Hmmmmmm, oh well i'm breaking my vow not to cut excuse me whilest i cut my self. Farethee well.




All my cutty pictures that i love the most (not me mind u. ! of thems not a cutty pic. Can u guess which 1 it is? Which 1 is it?)
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Friday, December 10, 2004

   *pail and plain face and bland voice* Random quizes. Oh joy.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very High

Take the Dante's Inferno Test

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Thursday, December 9, 2004

   Bloody and brused and mangled.
I wake up in the day.
It's late and I am dieing.
I am still crying.
As I lay in my bed
The window is caked w/blood
And ice and snow and rain.
It's fresh.
All of it.
I still wait and lie in
The bed u left me to cry
in2.
I wait to die.
And yet I don't want 2.
Some 1 help me.
Some 1 find me.
Some 1 kill me.
Some times I am left 2 wonder
the lonly streets thinking
Of what u'd done 2 me.
I wake up in the day.
It's late and I am dieing.
I am still crying.
As I lay in my bed
The window is caked w/blood
And ice and snow and rain.
It's fresh.
All of it.
It's questionable all of it now.
How do I continue on living?
When I no ur gonna do this again.
I walk outside to my window.
I find ur corpse bloody
And brused and mangled
Beyond reconiziation and rehabilation and reconsiliyation.
I wake up in the day.
It's late and I am dieing.
I am still crying.
As I lay in my bed
The window is caked w/blood
And ice and snow and rain.
It's fresh.
All of it.
It's questionable all of it now.
How do I continue on living?
When I no ur gonna do this again.
I walk outside to my window.
I find ur corpse bloody
And brused and mangled
Beyond reconiziation and rehabilation and reconsiliyation.
I find the knife.
And don't remember a thing.
The police come and take
Me away and I die.
Convicted of 1st degree murder
And I get shot and then
thrown away.
It's questionable all of it now.
How do I continue on living?
When I no ur gonna do this again.
I walk outside to my window.
I find ur corpse bloody
And brused and mangled
Beyond reconiziation and rehabilation and reconsiliyation.


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Tuesday, December 7, 2004

   *Plain and pail facew/a bland voice* Oh joy
I am just hoping that this works.
Thank you for making my life miserable. *Takes a bow*

Babble babble bitch bitch rebel rebel party party sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence". Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely Stick your stupid slogan in: everybody sing. Are you mother fuckers ready for the new shit? stand up and amit, tomorrow's never coming. This is the new shit. Stand up and amit. Do we get it? No. Do we want it? Yeah. This is the new shit, stand up and amit.

she's made of hair and bone and little teeth and things I cannot speak she comes on like a crippled plaything spine is just a string

Wellcome to The Death Galleria. Beauty will always wilt away. We're always waltzing back to the scum and base and pain.

I don't want you and I don't need you don't bother to resist, I'll beat you It's not your fault that you're always wrong the weak ones are there to justify the strong.

:: Murder My Doll
:: www.murdermydoll.com ::

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Monday, December 6, 2004

   Random quizes...*pail and plain face* oh joy

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	High
Schizoid:	Very High
Schizotypal:	High
Antisocial:	High
Borderline:	Very High
Histrionic:	Low
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	High
Dependent:	High
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

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Sunday, December 5, 2004

   Hummmmm...
Well since only about 5 of u ppl voted. The winner is suervay says: Ginger Fish. Sorry all u Twiggy fans but i will take pity on u all and put a Twiggy pic up also.
Here are the pics:


Ginger world. World Ginger.



Twiggy, world. World, Twiggy.

And msg me if they dont show.
Also msg me on if i should do a Murderdolls poll or a SlipKnot poll.
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Saturday, December 4, 2004

   Borard. Acuctually i am very tired of this goddamed thing taking thing off of it. Gahhhh. Die computer, die. Grrrrrrrr.
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I adopted a cute lil' death fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus! align=left>
I adopted a cute lil' poison fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus! align=left>
I adopted a cute lil' gothy fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus! align=left>
I adopted a cute lil' emo fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!
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   A Poll. (Really 4 girls but I guess guys could do it 2)
Should I post a picture of Ginger Fish or of Twiggy Ramirez?
U guys choose. Put ur answer in the comment box and which ever guy gets his name mentioned the most will get his picture posted. Nya Nya. Bye.

This poll's really 4 girls but i guess (If ur 1 of them fruity-loony ppl) Guys can 2. If u really like Ginger's druming or Twiggy's bass playing. And msg if u want me to do a slipknot/murderdolls poll. Nya nya. Bye.
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Friday, December 3, 2004

   I just thought I'd put something up here.
++++++++++Marilyn Manson++++++++++
~~~~~~~~~~mOBSCENE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Ladies and Gentlemen"
We are the thing of shapes to come
Your freedom's not free and dumb
This Depression is Great
The Deformation Age, they know my name
Waltzing to scum and base and
Married to the pain

Bang we want it
Bang we want it
Bang bang bang bang bang
You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene and it's
So fucking obscene, obscene yeah.

[GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde):]
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.

The day that love opened our eyes
We watched the world end
We have "high" places but we have no friends
They told us sin's not good but we know it's great
War-time full-frontal drugs, sex-tank armor plate

Bang we want it
Bang we want it
Bang bang bang bang bang
You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene and it's
So fucking obscene, obscene yeah.

You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down down down
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down down down

[GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde):]
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.

You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene and it's
So fucking obscene, obscene yeah.

You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down down down
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down down down

"Ladies and gentlemen, be obscene! Be be obscene!"
[GIRLS (in the spirit of Oscar Wilde):]
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

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U no thats very tru. Be obscene my little kiddys.
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Mothers and Fathers lock up ur children b/c the freaks and strangers are coming out 2 night.
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