Thursday, May 29, 2008
Does "suicide" need some SEM help or what?
Bitches, can we be frank? Anorexia and bullimia have had there day.
You skinny hags . . prosaic, I'm over it. I've been over it for, like, ten years, since I was 98 lb in the Kaiser hospital, hearbeat down to a flutter, machines goin' off, Siddhartha full-on contemplative; so don't think you can front ( I had fish weight in the lining of my underwaear, cups full of pee in the drawer by my bed . . . thats right . . step back . . have a burrito .. enchilado style . . I DID . . . still do, and it does me well, so eat your fuckin carbs, you sad, sad, little over-achieving waifs . . and whatsmore, when you want to be lesbian-spanked, don't come to me - i'm over that, too).
Now that I've proven my will to disembark, let's talk about it. First word: LAME.
LAME.
Like a horse you were -- I'm sorry, like a warmblood cross you parents flew to Amsterdaam to pick out for you but failed to have the education to notice his hooves were like pinpricks on his two-ton body - LAME.
