Think about it...
All of it...
Do you know what 'it' is?
Because I'm not sure...
He says he knows you, but does he really?
Are we self portraits of an unseen Diety?
When you see that person, do you feel your blood boil?
Do you picture your hands around their neck? Thumbs pressing against closed eye lids and bloody tears?
Do you want tooty fucking fruity?
You're thinking about it now...
Aren't you?
About the invisible rainbow coloured hiena that sits in the corner of your mind and laughs when your life is miserable.
The voices that tell you to stab that person.
The ache you feel directly in the middle of your chest, not your fucking heart, when you miss something, hate something, love something.
Don't you want to?
You know you want to.
Want to kiss the cat and hug the dog.
Stop thinking.
No thinking.
Forget what I've said.
And start all over again.
Were you touched as a child?
I'm going to set the world on fire.
Did you know that the world is a Vampire?
Smashing Pumpkin says so.
And I'm prepared to believe them.
Are you?
Watch me.
Watch.
The razor blade does jumping jacks across the girl's arm, carving away what's left of her innocence.
The man touchs himself at the thought.
Pigs. Dirty Pigs. Filthy Pigs.
Is there a clean pig?
Water Proof Matches.
Satan loves the little children, all the children of the word.
I am A-Sexual.
Sex. Drugs. Rock and Roll.
Take the needle and stick it in your eye...
Will you bleed?
Think.
Cope and think.
You know it's true.
Sins.
Nicotine is bad for you, but okay for me.
This is Germany, not Jew Land.
Sieg Fucking Heil.
Tooty fucking fruity.
Edgar Allen Poe was a happy, mad man.
Go away.
Rain.
You.
The world.
Hide under your blanket and touch yourself.
I am skull fucking you.
Your brain is my toy.
Think about it.
Don't.
Just...
Live...
Don't let them make you think.
Think for yourself.
Just Live.
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Submission Name: Think...
