My mem'ries inside
The jars hanging on a tree
Shall I set them free?

My mem'ries hanging
By the strings on my window,
But what do you know?

Dearly beloved,
Your name on each is written
With thoughts unspoken.

Quite loudly I sighed
The strings I tried to untie,
But they just won't fly.

Perfect* is cold showers in the morning

Perfect is long walks 'til your feet are too weary to take another step

Perfect is working out 'til you faint

Perfect is my hands around my thighs

Perfect is my elbows bigger than my arms

Perfect is my ribs like guitar strings

Perfect is my thumb and my pinky meeting at my shoulders

Perfect is my hips like anchors below my waist

Perfect is my spine like thorns on my palms

Perfect is my collarbones like hinges on my throat

Perfect is the immense gap between my thighs

Perfect is a diet soda and a ******* for a whole day

Perfect is 16 bites a bitsy cupcake

Perfect is guilt in every swallow and throwing up afterwards

Perfect is slits on my wrist after eating

Perfect is my clothes that fit like blankets

Perfect is the scale on 35lbs

Perfect is to be lighter than air

Perfect is size after zero

Perfect is lying to yourself

Perfect is denying you're starving to death

Perfect is 21 calories for a whole week

Perfect is not eating

Perfect is must not eat

Perfect is laxatives and diuretics

Perfect is empty

Perfect is skinny

Perfect is reality in a trance

Perfect is just-breathing

To embrace perfection is to live inside a dead body with an empty soul;
To tacitly prepare for your grave while struggling everyday to survive

Perfection is your frame in a frame











*Perfection is death

I'll stain my wrist cherry red,
I'll hang myself with angel hair [1]
I'll jump off a choco cliff
And smell bacon in the air.

Drown myself in sea of grease;
In lard or melted butter
Get lost in a Balck Forest,
Eat fondant rocks for dinner.

Stick Butterfinger down my throat
Until I can no longer breathe
Peel off my caramel skin
And run through a pile of wheat.

I'll fly my way to Sweetzerland
And then I will jump off the plane;
Railroad trip with Willie Wonka
Then get myself crushed by a train.

I'll put the gun on my temples,
Pull the trigger, out the whip cream
Roll on hot coal with Tootsie [2]
Up in the skies you'll see our steam.

I'll grate my fingers just like cheese
And dice my arms like tomatoes;
Chop the onions, hold your tears
Mash my head like potatoes.

I'd stuff myself just like turkey
A big, fat one on Thanksgiving
I'd eat to death ruthlessly
So full that I'll be choking.

Fillet myself, eat my own meat
Or not, 'cause that would be so gross
I'll poison myself instead
A drop on my wine - let's toast!

I'd overdoze on sedatives
Each pill the size of Jellybeans
Or cross the road with closed eyes
Or live in a garbage bin.

Get under attacked by hornets
As I steal their precious honey
Huge marshmallows in my mouth
Die playing Chubby Bunny.

Ride a ship on a raging sea
Of milk or strawberry smoothie
And I'll let my boat be wrecked
Then feed a whale with cookie.

Get free popcorn with your ticket
As you watch me die, sit back
Don't stand 'til it is over,
Enjoy the show and relax.

This is what you always wanted -
See me lying on my coffin
I'll make you watch in total dread
As I **** myself with muffins.

And when I die, donut tell her -
My sweetest darling - Baby Ruth
She might slap you out of shock,
You might lose not just one tooth.

From the grave, I'll send you Kisses
My dear old Cad, bury me [3]
Give this body a Reese's [4]
From food that is it's enemy.

I have here a cake for you
Open your mouth, gently chew,
Close your eyes and hold your breath,
Savor now the taste of death.

Sometimes I wish when I close my eyes
And bid good night to the dark, vast skies:
My breath, dear moon, is yours to take
To sleep in peace and ne'er awake.