Now…a little Sonic flavah…George Harrison, thank you, suh…
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The Blue And The Pink
Chapter 7:
Prison: Part II (Born To Be A Lie)
Stutter. Stutter. Stutter.
That's all I can, will, could ever do.
I really don't care.
I have wallowed in my own sorrows,
Tangled up in the jungle of lust,
Playing these reindeer games
Like Rodney the Brown-Nosed Stagfag.
I have become ruined.
I am still stuck in prison,
Desecrated, dissipated, drugged
By memories of you, Amy,
By memories of you.
I thought I was living in paradise,
Until I mixed love dust with mushrooms, valium, hash and crack.
A signature "Sonic blend," if you may,
Which, when mixed with vodka, shaken, not stirred,
Gives you a very transcendental feeling.
Finish that entrée with a peace pipe
And you feel like you have been awake for centuries,
Once asleep.
This is what I have made
Over the course of my time in
Lover's prison.
It's very nice,
It smells like teen spirit,
And it tastes like the buffets
In Vegas.
I would recommend it
To you, but…but…but…
How can I reach you?
How could I reach you?
As far as I know…
Beyond these four walls
Lies a desolate world.
A world that has been run
By men who want to be like God,
Who shock those who are innocent,
Who reward the guilty,
Bless the pampered,
Stand near heaven
And destroy the altar.
Every human being has become
Battered, wounded, scarred,
Eyes bloodshot, blank, castrated,
Arms and limbs missing,
Hair falling out like shaggy snowflakes,
Toes crawling out spontaneously
Like little liquidy blobs,
And yet they are walking,
Ripping apart anyone and anything that lives
Like white, ugly-looking robotic angels
Run by Tabris's dummy plugs.
Nothing can be sweeter
Than this concoction I have created.
I have mailed some to you.
I know you are feeling the same as me,
And I thank you for feeling the same.
We loved together,
We lived together,
We dreamed together,
We died together,
Now we'll be drugged together.
Because I was born to be a lie.
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End Chapter 7
Just a reminder…
Do give me reviews, but if you flame me or crucify me for my works, well, don't say I didn't warn you…
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The Blue And The Pink
Chapter 7:
Prison: Part II (Born To Be A Lie)
Stutter. Stutter. Stutter.
That's all I can, will, could ever do.
I really don't care.
I have wallowed in my own sorrows,
Tangled up in the jungle of lust,
Playing these reindeer games
Like Rodney the Brown-Nosed Stagfag.
I have become ruined.
I am still stuck in prison,
Desecrated, dissipated, drugged
By memories of you, Amy,
By memories of you.
I thought I was living in paradise,
Until I mixed love dust with mushrooms, valium, hash and crack.
A signature "Sonic blend," if you may,
Which, when mixed with vodka, shaken, not stirred,
Gives you a very transcendental feeling.
Finish that entrée with a peace pipe
And you feel like you have been awake for centuries,
Once asleep.
This is what I have made
Over the course of my time in
Lover's prison.
It's very nice,
It smells like teen spirit,
And it tastes like the buffets
In Vegas.
I would recommend it
To you, but…but…but…
How can I reach you?
How could I reach you?
As far as I know…
Beyond these four walls
Lies a desolate world.
A world that has been run
By men who want to be like God,
Who shock those who are innocent,
Who reward the guilty,
Bless the pampered,
Stand near heaven
And destroy the altar.
Every human being has become
Battered, wounded, scarred,
Eyes bloodshot, blank, castrated,
Arms and limbs missing,
Hair falling out like shaggy snowflakes,
Toes crawling out spontaneously
Like little liquidy blobs,
And yet they are walking,
Ripping apart anyone and anything that lives
Like white, ugly-looking robotic angels
Run by Tabris's dummy plugs.
Nothing can be sweeter
Than this concoction I have created.
I have mailed some to you.
I know you are feeling the same as me,
And I thank you for feeling the same.
We loved together,
We lived together,
We dreamed together,
We died together,
Now we'll be drugged together.
Because I was born to be a lie.
*********************
End Chapter 7
Just a reminder…
Do give me reviews, but if you flame me or crucify me for my works, well, don't say I didn't warn you…