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I I am Ann, Anna, Annastasia confined, confounded in her own fantasia roll over doggie under my car oh i'm sorry, i meant it she told me, when she told me i had to obey a rubber stamp and electric nodes shock, convulse and make me sway oh make the voices go away! II Smashy smashy Annie throw mummy's good flower pots over the wall into the yard weee it'll be so much fun come out and play Annie! III You naughty girl, stand in the corner and think about what you've done what did I tell you about listening to your mother? bad girl, strike yourself iron out the creases in your fingers but mummy, they told me , I had no choice IV Tut-tut Anastasia what did i tell you about listening to your father? trickle tears down your face remind yourself you are a disgrace with little grasp of good taste You sickening little troglodite, shower yourself cold in the dark V One would be so wisest of oneself, Anastasia thereby present yourself as loyalty pray hildegarde you navigate yourself correctly i suspect your remuneration would be pitiful exentuate those dentalized Ts and Ds and for Julius' sake mind your Ps and Qs VI Cease, desist, Anna Regard yourself from your heart's eye, be nice, be humble lest you want to cry, ***** VII I can't I can't someone help me she's pulling my hair, ouch! 'Stop squealling for attention!' her friends sneer, 'Better off talking to yourself Ann!' VIII I can't help my impulses, they meticulously humiliate my ego and my sanity with crude, latent vulgarity thrown off course with profanity 'oh clumsy me,' pipped Ann, I'm a clumsy, heavy strumpet, I'm a couplet short of a sonnet!' IX hush hush hush the booming voice chides, 'Still, Anastasia, soothe your spirit. be calm, and play some poker by your uncle's fireplace you'll be a good girl, if you hit your brother.' X oh cry cry all for Ann lost for words at her chamber pan licking the bowl clean as her mummy told her sweet, if not then she would scold her. XI 'Annie Annie, long of face won the Ascot horses race.' 'Heaven forefend Anastasia, straighten up and shoulders back! you'll get rickets so far gone, you please no man but the crickets!' 'Bugger off those others Anna and listen to me, forget about you mummy, daddy and any, all authority.' 'Stupid Ann, drown yourself in turpentine and stub your nose like the common swine.' 'Now remember Anna dear, no cherry trifle until you've boxed your sister's shins.' 'Leave me, please, I'm begging, bereave me! leave me, please, I'm praying, release me!' XII Poor Ann whose been afflicted by personality, conflicted of her own thoughts, convicted a most grievous war of minds betray her deepest common senses violate her fidelity by bathing in slop and pig feed degenerate her innocence through foul revolt and tantrums lest she cannot restore herself from her inner sanctum XIII Setting hard concussions, Anna threw a hammer at her temple, in all hopes to knock it down. Running low on cortisol she burst her fleshy, brunette crown letting all the fluid spew upon her agonisingly, she writhed in settling timely for a brutal death is less sinister than eternity in sanity
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Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 12:33 PM UTC
Schizophrenic Ann
I I am Ann, Anna, Annastasia confined, confounded in her own fantasia roll over doggie under my car oh i'm sorry, i meant it she told me, when she told me i had to obey a rubber stamp and electric nodes shock, convulse and make me sway oh make the voices go away! II Smashy smashy Annie throw mummy's good flower pots over the wall into the yard weee it'll be so much fun come out and play Annie! III You naughty girl, stand in the corner and think about what you've done what did I tell you about listening to your mother? bad girl, strike yourself iron out the creases in your fingers but mummy, they told me , I had no choice IV Tut-tut Anastasia what did i tell you about listening to your father? trickle tears down your face remind yourself you are a disgrace with little grasp of good taste You sickening little troglodite, shower yourself cold in the dark V One would be so wisest of oneself, Anastasia thereby present yourself as loyalty pray hildegarde you navigate yourself correctly i suspect your remuneration would be pitiful exentuate those dentalized Ts and Ds and for Julius' sake mind your Ps and Qs VI Cease, desist, Anna Regard yourself from your heart's eye, be nice, be humble lest you want to cry, ***** VII I can't I can't someone help me she's pulling my hair, ouch! 'Stop squealling for attention!' her friends sneer, 'Better off talking to yourself Ann!' VIII I can't help my impulses, they meticulously humiliate my ego and my sanity with crude, latent vulgarity thrown off course with profanity 'oh clumsy me,' pipped Ann, I'm a clumsy, heavy strumpet, I'm a couplet short of a sonnet!' IX hush hush hush the booming voice chides, 'Still, Anastasia, soothe your spirit. be calm, and play some poker by your uncle's fireplace you'll be a good girl, if you hit your brother.' X oh cry cry all for Ann lost for words at her chamber pan licking the bowl clean as her mummy told her sweet, if not then she would scold her. XI 'Annie Annie, long of face won the Ascot horses race.' 'Heaven forefend Anastasia, straighten up and shoulders back! you'll get rickets so far gone, you please no man but the crickets!' 'Bugger off those others Anna and listen to me, forget about you mummy, daddy and any, all authority.' 'Stupid Ann, drown yourself in turpentine and stub your nose like the common swine.' 'Now remember Anna dear, no cherry trifle until you've boxed your sister's shins.' 'Leave me, please, I'm begging, bereave me! leave me, please, I'm praying, release me!' XII Poor Ann whose been afflicted by personality, conflicted of her own thoughts, convicted a most grievous war of minds betray her deepest common senses violate her fidelity by bathing in slop and pig feed degenerate her innocence through foul revolt and tantrums lest she cannot restore herself from her inner sanctum XIII Setting hard concussions, Anna threw a hammer at her temple, in all hopes to knock it down. Running low on cortisol she burst her fleshy, brunette crown letting all the fluid spew upon her agonisingly, she writhed in settling timely for a brutal death is less sinister than eternity in sanity
Part I, Lines 7-8: Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT) Commonly used as treatment on patients with mental disorders. Part XIII, line 3: Cortisol, low levels of this neurochemical cause severe depression.
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ndevlin
Irish
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 12:33 PM UTC
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