I am an orphan named Dollores (jk, my name is Gracie). But I'm coming home, to dance you back to life, to dance all night with my wife, falling in love with a photograph.
If you want, you can call me Princess Carolyn. PC, for short. (Yes, that makes me the master race.)
Or if you think you're drowning, this sea is killing you, you can call me Marian, my frost upon your cigarettes, lipstick on the window pane.
It's really up to you. After all, I'm your you, my heart on my sleeve, my favourite valentine every day of summer. (But not 500 days worth - fvkk The Smiths.)
If ever you feel like you're going down, then you started winning, not sure how the rockets find planets, could take a thousand showers and never be clean, you can't escape yourself, but you feel it in the air tonight, and here it comes, the new dark age, for the kingdom come, down the highway 101, for the black, black planet -
Then go ahead, from Mars to Sirius (but I ain't even serious), and practice with me the art of dying, silver soul, it is happening again, listening to One by Metallica in a world of grief, loveless and alone when you sleep, and come in alone with a backbone from the sky on a toxic garbage island, the pain is killing me.
Because if you were me, you'd be throwing up, your own worst enemy critic, an obsessive muso with no friends, thinking, "I am shate. I'm a cliché. Just a snail."
But deep down I know you're American werewolf, and as a familiar creak in your floorboards, I'm thief of your heart, your BBYLUV on the ocean front, live from outer space, modified or rearranged, everything has got to change.
Everyone is so alone, just wanting to be desired in this lovestory, perturbated by the pronagrophie pictures of you disintegrated cold on a strange day over a hundred years. We're all Siamese twins, cities to dust, a Juju kaleidoscope in the happy house, where bitches love us 'cause we join hands throughout the projects.
Meanwhile, as you're eating your makeup, the figurehead touched and only shallow, you wake up in the morning feeling like you're John Dee, nine dead bodies and you never got caught, walking the flatline in the sunshine, riding me to suicide when you're needing some therapy from how insane it is in your maggot brain, too forever fly to want to go to church in Gotham city - check your mail, boy -
So it seems you're a zebra in a teen dream, depressed like a cherry, dug up like dead man's bones, gonna lose your soul, and the soul is a hole which we fill with dope, like a dead astronaut in space, in all our past lives we played the @r$eh0le$.
Nevertheless, I do digress, nothing's ever gonna hurt you, baby...
This charade vampire the masquerade has gone on for too long, too long Morrowinded for my tastes...
My name is Gracie. I seek friendship, companionship, and communion with a brain outside my own, who seeks communion with a brain outside your own, and wishes thus to friendship companion and companion friendship me at the time of no time under the stars, rake your nails across the firmament, feeding the fire with tears and blood, in the charnel house of love, with the voice of a dragon, saying all this will be mine.
When you're alone in your bedroom, thinking of where to go, I'll let you know that you're already there.
With me. If only you let me. If only you want to be.
Do you? Do you feel that disappointment in all persons and things, more alone the closer you dance, farther you stand from your alleged fellow human beings? Does the intrinsic futility and despair of this human condition not make you indignant, where the impenetrable prison walls of skin and skull keeping us in and them out just makes you so want to transport your mind into theirs, or their mind into yours, so you might touch soul to soul, and the fallen spark spirit within, that dying god come into human flesh doesn't have to weep anymore ever at all alone?
Do you?
With me.
Only if you let me.
If only you want to be.
Then message me, bb.
GladWeHaveAnUnderstanding.
(Please don't ban me from this subreddit. This post is meant in earnest sincerity so candid.)
Submitted October 13, 2019 at 09:02PM by TheTurtleWhoMocks https://ift.tt/2IN85p4
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