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Sunday, January 2, 2011


My Soul is a Bulimic Cannibal
Like a joke, I am taken way too seriously.
A scandalous accident of society.
The curtain rose much too soon--I was meant to be behind the scenes, not in them.
But the camera loves me too much to let the lights let me escape, and these prying eyes love me too much to let me try.

Behind these concealer masks, we'll be seen clearer than ever--whenever and whether we like it or not.
Like it or not,
They'll stop us in the streets and say,
"Hey! Weren't you on the TV last night?" every other night.
Famous fakes of infamous flakes.
We are stark naked in their clothes
And no one notices, but everyone knows.
Everyone knows...

Like a horror villain, this story won't die.
A broken record stage, a theatrical cage--
I'll be stuck swallowing and regurgitating everyone else's every habit and detail until there's no one left.
Well, I picked a theme, but every other theme picked me.
Painters, actors, authors, monsters, starlets...
I'm not famous, but everyone I eat is.


Behind these concealer masks, we'll be seen clearer than ever--whenever and whether we like it or not.
Like it or not,
They'll stop us in the streets and say,
"Hey! Weren't you on the TV last night?" every other night.
Famous fakes of infamous flakes.
We are stark naked in their clothes
And no one notices, but everyone knows.
Everyone knows...

They didn't live long enough to eat their hearts out so I did it for them.
They didn't live long enough to eat their hearts out so I did it for them.
I couldn't help it that their souls made such good coats.
I am empty and there's no one left, there's no one left
To ingest.

I won't live long enough to eat my heart out so will you do it for me?



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