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Well She's Not Bleeding On The Ballroom Floor;;

Just For The Attention, Cause, That's Just Ridiculous

Created on 2005-10-23 08:08:29 (#8614168), last updated 2005-11-21

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Name:	pirategangsturr
Birthdate:	08-29
Location:	Sebastopol, California, United States

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They call her Uhleesha.
14 years young, born in the end of August, making her a virgo.
She likes to talk about her best friends behind their backs, because face it, it's fun. It's just the way she is.
She's way too opinionated, loud, and rude. If she doesn't like you, she'll tell you, flat out.
If you haven't guessed, she likes talking in 3rd person, because it makes her feel good. She is narcassistic. She loves looking in mirrors, and talking about herself. Most call her a bitch, she agrees, but you can call her whatever name you think of.
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Bulimic rainbows vomit what?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Coconut pupils never shut?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Jigsaw babies and their bamboo stilts?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Charred toucans weaving their black sky quilt?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
The sea shells scream out celestial code.
Melting on the shore inside a flame sno globe.
Burn Burn So burn Piano island!
Torch the treasure!
Torch the shovels!
Torch these hands dipped in gold lacquer,
Torch the finger-prints painting a violence portrait on spinal wings.
I buried my bride of eight inch fingers neck deep in the hungry quicksand.
I buried our child of pineapple skin
where the generic sunsets sparkle so bland.
I split my grandmother like a rotten papaya...
our fright to pollenate the flowers of fire.
I vomited my skeleton and donated it to the war mausoleum...
I cut my will and testament along the scar tissue seam.
I packaged my heart and fed-ex'd it to the octopus queen.
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Soured Palm trees sputter waxy wax stink.</center>
Burn Piano Island Burn!
Boiling lagoons chewing bubble gum pink?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
The vicoden volcano spews and salivates?
It's belly bloated like a pre-teen pregnancy?
I fed its limp indifferent walls tales of an ark haunted with the five howls,
I tied a nervous noose of piano wire
and wrapped it around the mocking throat of the past.
It's head erupted like a rabid roman candle
as I kicked the stump from underneath.
Burn Piano Island Burn
and drown all your fucking riddles down the throat of the sea.
This one man raft won't be coming back
so don't talk out of tune to me.
From a distance the fornication of fear and flames twinkles so pretty.