

Rant+Rave and Emo SmashingHeart pounds, drums thrum.Rant+Rave and Emo Smashing
Scalpel in hand, I etch across my face.
Blood runs like the really expensive butter that’s not actually butter, but in fact low fat magarine.
Crimson circle round my pudgy cheeks,
Between the skin and fat I reach,
Pulling it free like the shrink wrap in a totally sexcellent and off the hook Christina album.
My shell flies scarlet to the ground,
Like an autumn I am.
Envy of artistic butchers,
Scalpel severs muscle and tendon.
Lips kiss back in the mirror,
Spiting, Piteous lips I despise.
Surgeon’s tool swings,
The mirror smirks
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After reading what you had to say I had to purchase new pants.
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sold
to the man who can't find his soul
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sold
to the man who can't find his soul
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I gon' cut you!
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