About
Hand snuggies, fauxhawks, and Rock n’ Roll bands:
The Arcade Fire, Flobots, Spoon, and The Clash.
She was a dead dread punk that still watched cartoons,
Invader Zim clips at 9 o’ clock noon.
Time didn’t exist in her mind of macaroni and macabre,
But her friends didn’t mind, nor her Tie-Wearing Lover.
She defied dresses at Prom and wore a tuxedo instead
Because she didn’t care for the weather if it really was raining men.
Sometimes she stopped to look back on her life—
Worth a bottle-full of Prozac and a snap shot of Spring,
But it was her past and she hadn’t a shame.
So now she walks the hallways of this “Good Ol’ Boys” High
Armed with two feet-full of Converse and a head full of 1985.
She was a ghost from a time before Myspace
with Rock n’ Roll dreams
With a pencil for a blade and a heart for a sheath.
She’s monochrome delirious, flavored like apple cinnamon suicide:
She is Lori The Rad One,
spawn of broken dreams and black bow ties.
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It's Lori!!!!
*spins, dances, pwns your avatar*
xD
by the way my number is 979-255-5373
if you need to talk or drop a hello feel free to!
*catchy guitar riff*
"There's uranium on me!"
*more guitar*
"My face is melting... get this uranium off me!"
*doodley oodey-ooh doooo*
"I'm in intense pain!"
*guitar continues*
"Those darn trannies!"
What about you?
Y'evah been to a bah weh peepol WEE on eechutha?
...You know what your problem is?
Yeh don't have the FUNK.