They All Look So Ugly and Mean When I'm SoberHey doll,Long time no see-Looking as trampy as ever-Good.I like ya-You're the one person in the world I like.Kid, you're such a small feisty thingYa have a fire in that voluptuous chestI like feist.Far better than that BlondieShe thinks she's good'Least we know better-Ain't that right, doll?Somewhere under my fat skin and width there's a sliver of hopeI see kids like you and smileIt brings me joy to give ya a steady shoulder to lean onThat heavy head of soft hair and residual sparkleI know ya-Even when I'm soberThat's not much any more, Kid.I'll be the rock you wrap your fishnet-wrapped vines aroundI'll still be m
In TriumphHave you heard the good news?Things have changed for the better-All our futures are brighter"I am so excited!" I scream inside the cafeNo one mindsWe are all rejoicingWe've waited all too long for this and now we can bask in sweetnessSo much good exists and this is proofThere is freedom hereAt long long lastAnd now I have well-earned pride in my old home townThis is all so thrilling and comfortingTo know if I ever find a beloved we would be safe to be unitedI don't think you realizeI don't even think you knowThere are no words for the joy that fills my sentimental heartWe must celebrate all nightDrink till dawnAnd chance the
BasilI'll bring you up to our atticAnd there We'll be safe and private and aloneAnd in that intimacy I'll bestow my heart onto youNothing moreNothing lessBut you are more like a love than I've had in a whileAnd that isn't what mattersBut I'll be gone soonAnd this is what I haveEverything will be alright regardlessYou just help more than anyone in your unbeknownst openness
CocoonTime to start againYou, of all have a chance to re-live your lifeHere you go, my belovedOne more time with feeling
0.5She worries that the people online are rightThat when she finally gets someone to make love to herThey'll expect cheese pizza and cookie-dough beneath her skinThat's what she's heard- it's a sick kind of shamingThat the only people she could convince to adore her, only do so to hurt herThat's your sick thought, which proves how repulsive you are within your skinny soul
Cacophony of Carnage ScriptZombie Apocalypse Cabaret Script:Cast List:Barb Johnson= MelanieCandis (Candy) Focker = ReneéBrit Wayne= JenniferChastity Saint-James = KatherinePrologue:Chastity: O Death, O Death, O Death, Won’t you spare me over ‘til another yearScene 1:[“Endless Night” music starts]Barb: Where has the starlight gone?Dark is the dayHow can I find my way home?Brit: Home is an empty dreamLost to the nightFather, I feel so aloneCandis: You promised you'd be thereWhenever I needed youWhenever I call your nameYou're not anywhereChastity: I'm trying to hold onJust waiting to hear your voiceOne word,
SilkoI shan't "correct" youYour perception is your ownAnd the second I put my art outIt becomes universal, and no longer mineYour interpretation is just as valid as mineIt may hurt me, but I'd never take away your experience.Art then becomes cultural assimilation.And as much as I've built myself up- this art is not of me-Art is for and from everything.
2207I feel like I'm forgetting youWhich is impossibleI'm forgetting the commonplace of youAll I remember is ceremony others remind me ofI need to recall the small simple thingsBecause they matter so much moreHow I would go over unannounced so oftenAnd you didn't mindEverAnd I could tell you anything, and you'd always try to helpIt sounds so far from uniqueBut it meant the world to meSo what does it matter if kindness is boringIt isn'tIt's vital.
AmyMy baby is homeFor a while you were pain to communicate withBut without you and her and our angelI don't have muchBut now you are backSo I have everything once again.
Self-LoveFrom my eyes I can seeA lamp all jagged and scaledOrange lit unshaven legsFat female thighs with bones beneathThere's so much circulatingAnd people who want to tell me to love myselfWhich I doThough it isn't yet seen as legitimateSince I don't prance around in small clothesI am not ashamed, it is simply my choiceAnd there are days where I want to parade my skinBut those are few and un-lingeringThough do not claim I don't love myselfIt was a struggle indeed, but I have rebuilt myselfAnd my happinessIn spite of people like you
The Piano PlayerI used to hate you with every fiber of my beingBut seeing you so often in such a vulnerable stateIt would be cruelty indeed if I didn't give you a second chanceAnd I'm trying and you're thriving in my mindBut there are moments that take me back to how calloused I becameI will not allow you to destroy me againBut even if I am torn to pieces, at least I tried to be open and kind
Minnesota MigrationAs much as I like it here- I think I need to leave.I'll surely come back, at least once or twice.But my family is no longer grounded here-Its roots remain, though the tree has been cut.I need to seek out some big someplace-And let my art flow throughout a humongous world-I will, in time, creep back into this simple land.But I am not a sedentary beast- I shan't allow that.
PacoimaThree Mika ButtonsOne Cup of Cash for CharityTwo Battered Medicine DropsAqua Net HairsprayLots of DyeNostalgia from when I believed Beauty MatteredIt doesn't, though it may helpTwo OrangeOne RedOne PurpleVarious Blacks for Nails and LipsA Frog and TortoiseTwo Proper FrogsA Little Empty Pink Box- PerfectThe Tile Floor is ColdI Remember When I Climbed up Into the SinkAnd Scratched at my ReflectionAnd Sobbed and SangIt was my only Stage thenI have been provanity since I was TENOr Earlier-Give or Take a decade of decency and depravityAnd there's all your goddamn ShellsBoth real and false-False may be better for your purpos
Trembling with PurposeTrembling with purpose.She's vehement as fuck-Which is surprising considering how she goes about talkingBut have you ever seen her eyes- when she speaks-You can tell she's seconds away from sobbingAnd then she recedes into her usual mumblesBut put her on a pedestal- I beg of youI bet she'd say such truthful things- humanity would go insane with clarity.And I wouldn't give a damn- that passion is worth some madnessBut look at those eyes- gleaming with venom.Rightfully so.And her ribcage shaking.Trembling with purpose.Trembling with purpose.
Pink RosesI feel this sincere strange kindredshipIt's a matter of artNope- Passion.Anyone can make art, for art is judged by emotion and impact.Anything can be emotionalAnything can leave an impact.But you, like me, make an effort to dig into the depths and find the heart.Not just the sappy, beautiful shell.You are astounding, for you sought out your dream.And allowed it to be dark and gave it a beautiful broken heart.So many others make it into a glamourous self-serving object.You made it human underneath the ceremonious schmaltz And now, you gave us the secretTo grasp the meaning and show the dark skeletonWhile others merely attempt to
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Body Image Rant has been captured from Anastasia movie i assume, is not it?
although it's a nice movie but i do not like Dimitri though,lol 
But to each their own... 
