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Mila Wrekked Jun 2012
Oh boy! A little sister!
A sentient doll! I gotta kiss her!

Gotta make sure she grows up strong
gotta confirm she knows right from wrong
wanna make her just like me
how nice and polite she will be

If it's a lie
I'm not happy
if it's the truth
it makes her sad.
If it's a lie
I'm not happy
if it's the truth
it makes her sad.
Censor censor censor censor censor sister!
Censor censor censor MENTOR sister!

There she goes
walkin' down the street
tall and thin
she can't be beat
Oh me oh my
I never could have guessed
how my very lifestyle
is what she detests!

If it's a lie
I'm not happy
if it's the truth
it makes her sad.
If it's a lie
I'm not happy
if it's the truth
it makes her sad.
Censor censor censor censor censor sister!
Censor censor censor MENTOR sister!
Mila Wrekked Jun 2012
I will never be
your American dream.
Do not compare me
to your trophies;
they disgust me.
I am flesh
not your meat
I am brain cells
do not exploit me
(It's not working,
it never was).
You blind fool
decide for you
and I for me;
get your nose
out of my junk.
When you attempt to impress me
it doesn't impress me.
What is it
you think you are seeing?
How come that
is what you choose to believe in?
You find it fun
to talk women down
I'd find it fun
if you were no longer around.
Mila Wrekked Jun 2012
It feels surreally good
to lay out here
in the stillness that is day
and contemplate things.
Apathy
is a deadly disease
of the soul and mind.
Over-simulation
And overstimulation
are the venom
of genius.
Sweat libidinous
******* bass,
pulverize me
recognize me
sacrifice me
lobotomize me
Mila Wrekked Jun 2012
Easy guilt
overtakes me and
all of the faces
erase me and
I slip in a well
rapturously.
After a few brews
and a wet ******
my nerves shake loose
again.
I'm an adolescent
with contradicting condescension.
I love you
I look you in the eye to tell you
we look away
we don't say much.
Arguably agreeably
disagreeably so.
Every instant is a building.
Mila Wrekked Jun 2012
The gaping space, witch
could and should
loiter inhabited
by scaly, flaky, soft, smooth, oily, dry, tender
to wit homogenous,
sits idly occupied
by The Plastic Distractants.
The Plastic Distractants
inhibit that sense of calm
heeded by bona fide eye contakt
brushing flake to flake (in a)
pheremonal pow wow.
It is one thing
to have one thing
it is another thing
to have many things.
While the world shreds
and slivers
clostrophobically choking
for breathing space
we pose underground with the sun.
Remember what it means
to look someone in the eye
with meaning in the stare.

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