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Quantum Gooseberry |
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OK well this page is for all my little Elfling friends, although they don't look much like friends in the pictures as u will see. I just got used to them being there to draw to let feelings out. At first they were supposed to be secret... although it's not much of a secret if their put on a web page for the whole world to see. When people see them their opinions sometimes change about me, they always thought I was sweet and innocent and since I don't spend much time talking to them they never know what's in my head, which sometimes scares people... people can never handle the truth. I always find I draw best in an unhappy mood that way they get more emotion in them... but also makes the pictures a little bit sick sometimes... |
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Elfling, Sticks a knife in her wrists, Laughs uncontrollably at the pain As she twiddles the knife around in her arm, And listens to the soft thud of the blood, Drop, drop, dropping, on the floor Like a daisy filled fountain blocked with petals The blood dribbles and drools around the knife... Escaping from it's world of sin.
Smashes her head against the wall... Wishing there were nails in it to jam into her soft skull of suffering To allow the brain to expand with so much knowledge of a crappy existence, It oozes out of the nail holes, Each time as she smashes her head splatters out more brain... More knowledge... More paint effects on the wall, and less knowledge in her brain... She is left in a happy state of insane laughter.
Ties a frayed rope around her neck Sways like a baby in a cradle The rope burning with the friction around the neck Still breathing she is calm, patiently waiting for death to come Life is torture, death is the easy way out Life is shit, then u die. Sticks a knife in her wrists, Laughs uncontrollably at the pain As she twiddles the knife around in her arm, And listens to the soft thud of the blood, Drop, drop, dropping, on the floor Like a daisy filled fountain blocked with petals The blood dribbles and drools around the knife... Escaping from it's world of sin.
Smashes her head against the wall... Wishing there were nails in it to jam into her soft skull of suffering To allow the brain to expand with so much knowledge of a crappy existence, It oozes out of the nail holes, Each time as she smashes her head splatters out more brain... More knowledge... More paint effects on the wall, and less knowledge in her brain... She is left in a happy state of insane laughter. |
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