Thursday, March 11, 2010

SO PLASTIC

I wrote this song in 10 minutes after I finished a religion exam and waiting for the bell to ring. I need some feedback D:

SO PLASTIC

I can see through your eyes
See the fake beaming through you
But I know that you care
I need to be there

You dye your hair blonde
Fake tan your skin
Get the tramp stamp tattoo
Just so we notice you

Why are you so plastic?
Changing yourself just for him
It's truly pathetic but I can
See right through you now
Why are you so plastic?

You pull down your left sleeve
To cover up his mistake
So no one can know
But trust me, I do

I know all your secrets
You can never hide them
'Cause I know what you do
When your daddy hits you

Why are you so plastic?
Changing yourself just for him
It's truly pathetic but I can
See right through you now
Why are you so plastic?

It's rapid how we can change
Especially you
But you'll never know
Who you truly are...

Why are you so plastic?
Changing yourself just for him
It's truly pathetic but I can
See right through you now
Why are you so plastic?

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Unfortunetly, this story isn't about zombies

I'm sure that all of you that read this most likely know my mother and are probebly aware of the recent events that has happened between me and my mum. I just wanted to apologise to her, and that i'm sorry for the pain i've caused you. Love you mum.

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Monday, September 28, 2009

Damn Dolls (Continued)

The flashlight died, and she realised she did not have a life like manican in the corner of the room......

Her face froze, she felt her face burning up, she had a sharp pain in her stomach and had the shakes. The figure moved closer to her, and as it did this, the moonlight beaming through the gap's in the blinds, made the creatures eyes light up, as if it had murder in it's eyes.

She wasn't sure to scream or not, then she thought maybe it's a dream, and how sometimes when you have an extremely horrific dream, you scream but nothing comes out ? She thought this was just a dream, so she didn't make a sound....

At 7:20, her mother walks in to wake her up for another day at school. She sees her daughter's blood sprayed over the walls, blood dripping from the ceiling, and seeing blood soaked white bed sheets.

It was not a dream.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Zombies Or Vampires ? ZOMBIES OF COURSE!

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So, nearly every single teenage girl is in love with Vampires at the moment, all because of the Twilight series. Which I loath. Edward Cullen, Bella Swan, what is this! I dislike vampires, they're so ordinary. All they do is suck on your blood, that's it ? Seriously. BUT zombies! They rip, tear, eat you alive while looking all awesome with torn clothes, decomposing skin and blood covering 92% of their bodies. They're more bloodier.



And it's funny, while i'm sitting here writing about this, i'm listening to good old ABC by the Jackson 5.

It Could Happen


Half of the world's human population is infected with Toxoplasma. Parasites in the body - and the brain. Remember that.
This infection spreads through the brain, and it can slightly change the way you act. And of course, if this 'infection' gets worse in future generations, who knows. There could be a Zombie Apocolalypse.

Aswell as this, studies have shown that victims of this disease can see a change in their personality. I see this as 'mood swings' which I get CONSTANTLY... aswell as my mother, which is also known as 'NATALIA THE RUSSIAN SPY' on this lovely website.

I know this is probebly incorect, and just bullshit I found on good old google. But it sounds awsome.

Reow.

And yes, I do have an obsession with zombies, i'm aware of that thank you very much Jerry.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Damn Dolls

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She was up all night, reading a brand new horror novel based on the Zombie Apocolypse theory. Personally, she thought it was extremely interesting, but deep down inside she knew it was true bullshit. Don't get me wrong, she thought it was fantastic the way people could write about people getting torn, cut, shredded, skinned, their bodies being absolutely mutated while the victim is still breathing. She understood that for somone to write that, they would have to have a different view on the world, and understand it's dark side. It didn't mean they were into all that gorey crap, and wanted to do the acts that 'zombies' did. They just thought it was interesting.

So, she stayed up all night, with her sheets over her head and a flash light to read what the book had in store for her mind. You know, the typical things adolescents do when they're supposed to be in bed by 10:00 and not staying up to exactly 2:46 reading about gorey tales.

She wanted to believe it would happen. She wished it would happen. She wanted to know what it would be like to wittness this 'Zombie Apocolypse' with her own eyes, and not through somone elses impression of it. She wanted to wittness it for herself. Secretly, she wanted something this terrible to happen. She planned it out all in her head. She wanted the civilization of the world to realise the terror it could unleash. The poison everyone had coming for them. Of course though, she wouldn't be affected. She'd be king of the fucking zombies.

After she had finished chapter 12 of her book 'Bring Her The Flesh Of A Thousand Dead Bodies' she thought to herself, and funnily enough she said outloud, 'Someday, this will happen, someday everyone will feel what it's like to be ripped apart from the inside out'. Not literally, but you know. She thought she was just by herself in her room under her sheets, at 2:46am when she was supposed to be in bed at 10:00pm. But when she said this, someone, or something heard her. All of a sudden, the lights went out. Which didn't really effect her since she had a flash light. But what did weird her out, was when she heard something in the far corner of her room, near the huge life like mannequin she had. Then her heart started racing. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears, and felt like her heart was being pushed into her ribcage. The flashlight died, and she realised she did not have a life like manican in the corner of the room.