My mother.  

Albadara ***** was my mother. You may have heard of her. The famous actress. She was very religous. Despite what happened behind closed doors. This neverless though made my career decision, harder. She had a lot of love but it was usually used up by men and the camera before any of it came to my father or I. She never did drugs though. So i guess her religion saved her from something.

My Father

He only had eyes for one women. He loved her ever so much. She never noticed. That didn't stop his love ridden *** to pursue and constantly try to please. As always failing dismally. By the end of it all the top half of his romanticly diseased head was scattered to the wind.
I was 8. Ah love. What a stupid thing.

Hartlet *****
A happy child.


What a dumb *****.

The First
He was my first. He said he thought I was cute. I thought he was cute and nice. He asked me out 2 weeks after I met him.  I said yes like the desperate ***** I am. He left sooner than later.

Bread
I turned 18.
Like most.
I had to move out cuz my mother wouldn't let me stay.
Money.
We all need it.
I became a ****.

Attention seeker
The **** liked eyes.
On him.
He also liked games.
Watching my gaze on him he smiled. He led me into a room to "assess the product". What a *****. Making me whine for him. Ugh.

Circus part 1
I loved dancing. Ever since I was a child. Especially ballet. I thought I would perform on a stage. I guess I got my wish, that **** pole.

The second
I never knew
A pity
Almost as much as he pitied me.
But I guess he only liked my glitz and glamour.

And the taboo that i was sleeping with his boss

Circus part 2
Blood
Dancing in it like a warm rain.
I'll never know who saved me
Broke me
And built me in an instance
To cure my hunger for bread
The desire to be a ringleader in that gory circus of the living
I dance for me now




And the dead