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Cable Ready Techno Slut If I ever had anything close to a mind of my own, I'd want to cut myself a new mouth and bleed you a smile ear to ear. Welcome to the real world. Beta version 1.5 Deprogram programmable programming programs, deprogram programmable programing programs. Raised on antiques passed for reality. Spatial incarnate dredged from the ocean - painted with blood never to see daylight again. Our fate is something lesser than life. I saw it in the eyes of the ocean, "we've always been here and we'll never leave." Deprogram programmable programming programs. Expose the wires. Expose
the veins. Show them all what is meant by machine. Tools of the tools of
the masters design. When you wake up, you will all be slaves. When you
wake up, you will all be dead. Weapons of the weapons of mass destruction.
Brilliant minds built by resilliant minds. Refurbishing the fact that the
future is futuristic and the future is now. Model a life, fate is real,
fate is you, fate is built. Fate is built. And no one thought it would
come to this. Deconstruct
And they screamed on the
way down. The best thing since sliced bread has destroyed everything you've
ever known. Their morning is their iron lung
It never stops raining. With
daggers sewn through her heart she cries. Filled with confusion she cries.
"No one can help me until I can help myself. And I can't help myself."
Frozen throughout, exposing broken skin. One week, one more week. She can't
take anymore burning in her mind. "Why can't I sever your head, why can't
I sever your memory?" The image burned through her eyes has made it on
to the mirror. Broken glass reflecting on the shards of the past. Forcefed
memories walking on tacks, please pull the knife fight out of my back and
I'll pull the knife out of yours. "You can't stop the rain", she says.
"You can't stop the rain"
Why Is A Raven Like A Writing Desk Combining the creative efforts
that focused on the assassination attempts made upon all presidents - past
and future - with the main ideals of capitalism and fears of environmental
degeneration. The ozone depletion is a lie. A farce concocted by geniuses
to cover up the tracks of wheels long set in motion. We are the seekers
of sight. The sightseers seeing what no others have seen. Stop all production;
dumb down and unlearn. Why lie, why deceive? corruption is easier when
the corrupted are corrupt to relearn is death, but the dead have been walking
the earth for years.
And I dream in black and
white and red. The last time I saw you, your head was on a spike, still
screaming her name. Still cursing the day that I was born. Yet nothing
has changed. Or do I still ask you for help? No. Then stop asking me for
forgiveness, because I cannot bleed until my dreams come true
Revert. Revert into the sullen
dogs you once were. As poison replaces blood, revert and demolish. Everyone
used to think humanity was you, slowly and surely you're more machine than
men. Gears and cogs clog your system. Overload. Always running in circles.
Tie me up, light me up, tear me down. As the paint runs down your face
and into your eyes, think of me. I want to be remembered as pain.
It's more than a scar. It's a lifetime you left. A lifetime of lifelines shouting from rooftops with no one to hear but us. I'm not going to lie, I never did, I never will; but I loved that life. I lived that life, so does that mean I'm dead? Time has passed since our last goodbyes and the taste of that letter still stands on my lips. Honey mixed with vinegar. And life is very long. I would light this world on fire if only to wipe that smile off your face. Because revenge is sweet, but not as sweet as silence.
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