Trapped behind the black, ditch black smear.
pitch black hair.
"Its a colorful way to cry,
when your eyes are encircled by rainbow makeup.
your hairs rat sewage, crumbling and burning like Pompeii."
when your eyes are encircled by rainbow makeup.
your hairs rat sewage, crumbling and burning like Pompeii."
Child sacrifices are statue's in the courtyard,
When it rains, it only reveals part of their mask.
No other way to say the words.
The children no longer look up at the stars,
They ponder...look around...and cry.
The ditch is knee high filled with doll heads, action figures.
The diggers are dubbed by American Japanese voice actors.
Shovels were made wrong kept breaking in two.
Frustrated customers ordered,
The lines before the store were enlarged with enhancements.
caught a ride on a strange looking bus...found out I was mail.
Strange looking rope beside me,
Ladies stare at me across a long triangular table.
my lips are stapled, and I am forced to shake the camera.
"a toy's life lasts forever,
your undertaken, crammed inna perfumed nailed coffin
Ouch! the handcuffs hurt."
Ouch! the handcuffs hurt."
editing the dialogue with pretty words, Black ditch smear.
Pitch black ink.
Pitch black ink.
4 comments:
cool stuff!
Its a colorful way to cry,
when your eyes are encircled by rainbow makeup.
When it rains, it only reveals part of their mask
a toy's life lasts forever
Every line is a story of its own interwoven with many graphic images. Super work!
thanks ruela, tic tac! yeah i figured i form it like this because it swayed away from my original concept i intended to write(always happens that way for me) so almost like a river it takes different paths..made up of different water, and minerals but can also all flow as one.
didn't even think of that until your comment tic tac :)
also looks alittle better on myspace blog for some reason bloogspot doesn't like spaces unless its html.. i get so frustrated with that stuff. haha
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