Little Red Book

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Little Red Book Red

Dawntreader

Birdman ('76-'83)

As she screamed at the revelation, footsteps came up behind her. “What a slutty self-proclaimed miko we have here...” came a voice behind her.  She turned her head and saw a white sleeve in her vision before it disappeared.  “You don’t look like much of a miko to me with all that latex and rubber on.  In fact, you look like some sort of youma.” came the voice, changing its pitch slightly.  “It is fortunate that I happened upon you.” said the voice, now sounding like her own.  She looked in the mirror and saw her own face looking at her from over her shoulder.

Yoshi's Safari

My name is Jake Woods.. now i've been going over whether to even ask this or actually talk about this for awhile now. but i just wanna get somebody else's opinion before i lose my mind. but get the sense that as i watch live television broadcasts(i.e. any sports games, sportscenter, jimmy kimmel, jimmy fallon) i can send my thoughts to whom ever i choose on the screen at the time. The only reason i actually think of myself being able to do something as crazy as this is just the reactions i see on the faces im "talking" to.. or ill hear them say something that makes me think, holy shit can they really hear me?.. I'm sure a lot of you on here will dismiss this as crazy, but if you've ever had the same experience or have anything helpful to say please say it... i like to think i'm a normal person but i just cant get my head wrapped around this,

Telepath

Alicia StrongAlicia Strong
Jul 26, 2011
Judgement
I’m hated by the world because I won’t sell my soul.
I’m frowned on by society cuz I’m not very old.
My teachers all look down on me, but I do what I’m told.
Because I am a metalhead, I’m always treated cold.

So what if I’m opinionated?
I’m sure that you are too.
But why are you so hard on me?
Cuz I’m not the same as you?


Metalhead

excerpt from "Replica II"

Body Without Organs

Reptiles

Replica

The Colony

Organs Without Body

Afterparty (Cheekbones)

My New Girl  (部分先富起来)

Eggshell

Zombie Luna

Replica II

I’mma burn you up
Nothing’s gonna be left of you
I’mma burn you down
‘Till you’re deep in the ground

I'mma burn you up
Nothing's gonna be left of you
I'mma burn you down
Til you're deep in the ground

I'll melt away
I'll melt away
I'll melt away
It’s always gonna be this way

I'll melt away
I'll melt away
I'll melt away
Never gonna be any other way

Never gonna be any other way

I'll melt away
I'll melt away
I'll melt away
I'll melt away

I'mma burn you up
Nothing's gonna be left of you
I'mma burn you down
Til you're deep in the ground

Ill melt away
Ill melt away
Ill melt away
Don't give a fuck anyway

I'll melt away
I'll melt away
I'll melt away
Don't give a fuck anyway

Don't give a fuck anyway

I'll melt away
I'll melt away
I'll melt away
I'll melt away

Puritan

Burn

I married a fortune teller
On a summery midday
Banana leaves of splendor
Cinnamon scent where she lay

But she’s carried away in a dream
Falling into visions of burning lights
I pressed her up to the screen
I lost her to darkened nights

In her eyes, there the sky birthed
Trails of sand that follow her tread
Where ancient tombs unearthed
Speak in tongues long since dead

And their legions climb the towers
In their wake lies a bloodied sea
And they hold her up to the King
Who refuses her return to me

So sought by priests, exorcists
I hide in the wisemen’s hills
I’ve tasted their ash on my lips,
And I’ve bitten on their bitter pills

But I ignore their warning
Mara beckons me by day break
Embraced by my own mourning
She pulls us into her black lake

My skin boiled, my blood churned
Falling through her bottomless pool
All the tips of my fingers burned
With Mara’s wicked smile so cruel

My hand reached for her veil
Her face turned away from me
Mara turned a shade of pale
And I longed to set her free

Into her throat I pressed
When her eyes met my gaze
Tears spilled onto my chest
I cursed my cowardly ways

I left her to sink behind me
She let go, she knew I could not stay
Now Mara is a legend of the sea
Whom they speak of even today

Mara, sweet Mara. Brilliant pearl
What kept us together drove us insane
And you smile like a little girl
As summery midday turns to rain

Mara

You’re late again for the 3rd time
They’ll probably have to fire you
Rinse your mouth out with wine
The boss is probably drunk too

I know you got debts
No honest woman could pay

But for today
The clock ticks away

The past’s a barbed chain
Stuck on what could’ve been
The future’s but a storm drain
That all petty struggles pour in

Friends turn their backs
And trains never wait

But for today
The clock ticks away

To whom should I be sold?
What demon must I praise?
And to melt into what mold?
What hearts must I raze?

And what lie should I tell?
Blood drawn at what well?
By day my mind creeps in the slum
Nighttime, my dreams pour into the seams of hell

Crawl on your knees over broken glass
And stick out your hands to deal
They’ll laugh at your bloody rags
Look at how sweet she squeals

Milk and honey, poverty
It’s a cruel twist of fate

But for today
The clock ticks away

Bodies wither and die
And love is always late

But for today
The clock ticks away

Clock

Looking out for number one
No-one can stop me
I can hardly breath
No-one can stop me

Don’t leave me to drown in your wave
Don’t leave me to drown in your wave

Been working this stroke of mine
shining through the water
Been hungering since I was nine
shining through the water

You’re running through my mind
Shining through the water
The trophy strikes me blind
Shining through the water

Don’t leave me to drown in your wave
Don’t leave me to drown in your wave
Don’t leave me to drown in your wave
Don’t leave me to drown in your wave

Swimmer II

My name’s Bobby, I live under your floor
My home’s your attic, my pain your reward
In the night time, I come charging at the Lord
Hedges falling to my sword

I’m not your dog, I do what I want

Bees in the bonnet, I’m a hostage to the wind
Can’t set my mind up to my own bitter end
At twenty-two, I was jailed up for a stint
Looking for some bucks to spend

Out here in the field
I've never felt so alive
Out here in the street
I've never felt so alive

My name’s Bobby, I live under a canal
Feast on rubber, drinking beers with my pal
In the night time, I come charging at the Lord
Hedges falling to my sword

I’m not your dog, I do what I want

Bobby’s in the field
I've never felt so alive
Bobby’s in the field
I’m so glad I’m alive

Bobby

I could have it all
And still leave enough for you
Licking on the wall,
Poets die, kings fall

Mine it’s mine it’s all mine
Nobody's gonna change my mind
Mine it’s mine all mine
Nobody's gonna change my mind

Sugar sick
Sugar so sweet
Sugar rotting all my teeth

I could have it all
And still leave enough for you
Sucking on the wall,
Sticky syrup, free for all

Mine it's mine it's all mine
Nobody's gonna change my mind
Mine it's mine its all mine
Nobody's gonna change my mind

Sugar sick
Sugar so sweet
Sugar rotting all my teeth

I could have it all
I could have it all

Sugar Sick

He was a brother to me
He was someone in need
And though we never agreed
I was still sad to see him leave

Mom forgave you long ago
And daddy died last year
Now what you did was low
But the sun dries every tear

Come on home now, brother
You’ll always beat in my chest
Come on home now, brother
And I’ll lay you down to rest

I never really knew you
I don’t think anyone has
Too late to start things anew
No point to dwell on the past

Come on home now, brother
You’ll always beat in my chest
Come on home now, brother
And I’ll lay you down to rest

Come on home now, brother
You’ll always beat in my chest
Come on home now, brother
And I’ll lay you down to rest

Brother

Sun’s going down, and it’s time
old debts are catching up to us
When you’re drowning in wine
Your old friends forget what was

And every road seems closed by walls
maybe I walked down the wrong halls

if this country don't kill me
then I dunno what will

I drive to somewhere I’m not alone
Pretty women, I wish they was mine
Hungry hipbone, hollow cheekbone
Their breath sweet as dew on the vine

You can hear it when they cry
some birds weren’t meant to fly

That night in my dream, I climbed their fences
I tore down their statues, I buried their heads
I woke up with no feeling for what it should’ve meant

Gimmie TV to sleep
And a green pill to get by
Fill my head with glass eyes
So I’ll never know I've been sold a lie

'cuz all the world’s a flickering screen
that dies as quick as a child’s dream

if this country don't kill me
then I dunno what will

If this country don’t kill me
Oh I wonder what will

Puritan III

Oh the towns have been shuttered
And the outside howled and muttered
Sinking ships were drenched in foam
the watchers' fell on deaf ears
The rivers froze with salty tears
The night the trains roll on home

And the streets reek of trash
Their skin afflicted with a rash
Even the wisemen wear no clothes
They will peak to the skies
Mouths agape with worries and whys
Terrified of their own shadows

And all things living must reform
To survive the coming storm
Or else bargain with all they own
And they’ll come out with their hands
Saying “what are your demands”
The night the trains roll on home

All your soils will turn to ash
And the birds craw and laugh
As they fall down onto easy prey
And the worms feast on eyes
As we tally up their lies
And the accused fall to pray

Even the rats heed its call
the captain drapes sailors with a pall
For the boss has left him all alone
And the men who got their tickets late
miss the bell and stay behind the gate
The night the trains roll on home

Oh in their sleep they will stir
They rise restless and alert
the wives say you were only dreamin’
But in the streets they prowl
They greet with a hungry growl
You hear them train horns blowin’

Dancing serpents stir the crowd
and the cheering grows so loud
As lepers strip you from your throne
Yes the water in the palace beneath
Will rush to the edges of your teeth
The night the trains roll on home

And like sheep before the slaughter
You will cry and beg for water
And the screens will flash with all you’ve done
And like ancient royalty
Your possessions spill into the sea
And your names will be forgotten

Trains

"Please pray for me, as I sometimes feel like the devil is trying to destroy me on the inside. I feel so full of malice and violence that its enough to drive me insane. The devil is fighting inside of me so that I cannot help but curse and blaspheme. I think i'm possessed.

This doesn't happen always though, it comes and goes away. Sometimes God comes and sometimes the evil spirit comes. When the evil spirit does come, it feels like I am being attacked by violence through my body. Its a feeling of malice and violence."

the wretched excess

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