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Tuesday, December 7, 2004


   *Plain and pail facew/a bland voice* Oh joy
I am just hoping that this works.
Thank you for making my life miserable. *Takes a bow*

Babble babble bitch bitch rebel rebel party party sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence". Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely Stick your stupid slogan in: everybody sing. Are you mother fuckers ready for the new shit? stand up and amit, tomorrow's never coming. This is the new shit. Stand up and amit. Do we get it? No. Do we want it? Yeah. This is the new shit, stand up and amit.

she's made of hair and bone and little teeth and things I cannot speak she comes on like a crippled plaything spine is just a string

Wellcome to The Death Galleria. Beauty will always wilt away. We're always waltzing back to the scum and base and pain.

I don't want you and I don't need you don't bother to resist, I'll beat you It's not your fault that you're always wrong the weak ones are there to justify the strong.

:: Murder My Doll
:: www.murdermydoll.com ::


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