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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 5:31 pm
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Put on your mask like this, like this Ribbon, ribbon, paint and silk, Make sure that the strings are showing, please (We don't want a mess like the last one). Just so; two fingers here, three fingers here, a frame for your eyes and your mind.
Lovely. They will swoon at your feet, the mortals, you know, Assuming you play your knives right, they will never get up. And I taught you to aim, You will not waver, your hands are steady enough. Steel cards, thin edges - These are not things to fear, but things to use. You will need them where you are going, To catch the light and make yourself a beacon Among the glittering. They are weapons, do not imagine them jewels - That would be a waste - But nothing has only one purpose, and every aspiring murderess Should surround herself with mirrors, Carry smoke before her in her white arms, (You're still choking on those cigarettes? Tsk, tsk) Because the best sort of killer is a wizard, A stage magician transcending stages.
Isn't that right, my pet, my love? Knives and fans and kisses, Practical, death-dealing things, but better misused, abused, Until the time comes to strike, and then you can be honest, Can wear the arsenic-laced rogue, Can treat your paper ornaments like the cudgels they are, Can slice away their grasping fingers, instead of gambling pearls on Those black-and-white aces with teeth.
It will be hard. I understand. Tradition requires Your patience, your smile, Tradition requires a pretty face for the witch Who poisons apples and curses enamel combs, Tradition requires the climax at midnight, The unveiling, the laughter; I do not wish to challenge your destiny, dearest, By letting you go naked and grotesque, with your hair unbound, Feet burned and swollen from all those past magical shoes, Skin broken - one doesn't roll in a nailed barrel and come out unscathed, Full of joy and lust and greed, Killing them without care for ritual and explanation, Stoving their heads in, gnawing their guts, A common monster. Where is the fascination in that? Consistency does not inspire terror; Hence the disguise, which makes no attempt at reality, With its obvious shadow behind the curtain, But which will be sufficient, believe me, To make you the paradox that is all fear needs.
As consolation, as a reward For sophistication, for polish: won't it be fun To see their shock, (Sometimes feigned for the look of it, I'll grant), Their utter surprise When you pop out their eyeballs?
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Ewww. I dunno. This was more gratification than anything.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 8:11 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:15 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 7:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 12:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 1:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 9:25 pm
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KirbyVictorious Well there were better ways to put it...*Shrug* don't ask me though. You're way out of my gimpy little league ><
Haha, yeah, not. I think it's rather the opposite.
Tak-Jak Well I like each thought on its own. So therefore, I like it all. Just not in it's entierty (sp?). Dress me up with ribbons and ties. Leave me out for the maggots and flies. Oh my, xd . See what happends? I have a thing for ribbons. And ties... but thats a different story. twisted
Mm, taaasty maggots.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 6:05 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 9:37 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 7:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 7:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 8:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:51 pm
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