Jul 2012
ONE, TWO, THREE, I LOVE YOU LET IT BE
Dear Andrew, I am sorry but I just cannot handle you anymore. I am embarrassed to even show you to my parents, or friends, let alone call you my "boyfriend". You suffocate me, you mutilate my mind and soul, and you never even have time to compliment me on things like you have before when we first met.
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I threw her on the concrete ground by the dumpster. The thud that her head made against the metal must have echoed throughout the next six or seven blocks. I felt bad, but she looked so gentle and sweet just laying there with that expression on her face; I gave her many compliments while she was suffocating (she died happy).
FOUR, FIVE, SIX, LICK YOUR PRETTY LIPS
Maybe if you agreed to change things would be different. But your weak, dumb, and stubborn. People like you never change.
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I took out the knife she got engraved for me and gently pressed the cold blade against her cheek...Tameia said she always wanted rhinoplasty. From here, I will construct a new me. A better one. A stronger, smarter, more diligent me. I always wanted to be an artist, and here is my chance to be one.
SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL MAKE YOU MINE
To be honest, I hate you. I just ******* hate you. Everything about you bothers me so much. That rancid coffee breath you have in the morning...the way you always ignore me when I ask you to ride bikes with me to work...the way you always fret about every little insignificant thing........
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My inspiration has to be those annoying day-to-day occurrences we all go through everyday. Finding out there's no more milk when you made your coffee, finding out you have no gas when your going to work, finding out your meds ran out when you are having a panic attack...
TEN, ELEVEN, TWELVE, LET'S FORGET I'LL GO TO HELL**
You're a cold and numb *******. I can't even consider you human anymore. You have no feelings, emotions, insights. You have no capability of even feeling the slightest amount of empathy or compassion.
~
If anyone ever asks how I felt while constructing this new piece I will tell that I felt very enlightened and compelled. I am very passionate about my work. My overall concept was recycling..."reduce reuse recycle"...
I am reducing nuisances, reusing her body, and I am recycling (re-incarnating) her existence.
Pretty simple, and I think the post-modern patrons will appreciate it.
With a swift cut into her throat I started to carve out her name. T..A...M...E...I..A..
...This piece is self-titled.
Dear Andrew, I am sorry but I just cannot handle you anymore. I am embarrassed to even show you to my parents, or friends, let alone call you my "boyfriend". You suffocate me, you mutilate my mind and soul, and you never even have time to compliment me on things like you have before when we first met.
~
I threw her on the concrete ground by the dumpster. The thud that her head made against the metal must have echoed throughout the next six or seven blocks. I felt bad, but she looked so gentle and sweet just laying there with that expression on her face; I gave her many compliments while she was suffocating (she died happy).
FOUR, FIVE, SIX, LICK YOUR PRETTY LIPS
Maybe if you agreed to change things would be different. But your weak, dumb, and stubborn. People like you never change.
~
I took out the knife she got engraved for me and gently pressed the cold blade against her cheek...Tameia said she always wanted rhinoplasty. From here, I will construct a new me. A better one. A stronger, smarter, more diligent me. I always wanted to be an artist, and here is my chance to be one.
SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL MAKE YOU MINE
To be honest, I hate you. I just ******* hate you. Everything about you bothers me so much. That rancid coffee breath you have in the morning...the way you always ignore me when I ask you to ride bikes with me to work...the way you always fret about every little insignificant thing........
~
My inspiration has to be those annoying day-to-day occurrences we all go through everyday. Finding out there's no more milk when you made your coffee, finding out you have no gas when your going to work, finding out your meds ran out when you are having a panic attack...
TEN, ELEVEN, TWELVE, LET'S FORGET I'LL GO TO HELL**
You're a cold and numb *******. I can't even consider you human anymore. You have no feelings, emotions, insights. You have no capability of even feeling the slightest amount of empathy or compassion.
~
If anyone ever asks how I felt while constructing this new piece I will tell that I felt very enlightened and compelled. I am very passionate about my work. My overall concept was recycling..."reduce reuse recycle"...
I am reducing nuisances, reusing her body, and I am recycling (re-incarnating) her existence.
Pretty simple, and I think the post-modern patrons will appreciate it.
With a swift cut into her throat I started to carve out her name. T..A...M...E...I..A..
...This piece is self-titled.
