she's walkin'

she's talkin'

while our crucified poster girl

sells cupboards from a coffin,

to fill up with pleasures,

and secrets and sins

sell some to the Sr.s

to keep the bodies in,

& the girl with the purple hair

she's thinkin'

she's blinkin'

and making them stare like she's

from a circus show you pay a

quarter to go and see,

while Beenie's up there

on the flying trapeze-

hey hey hey hey hey, what can I say?

You know, it's awful hard when you want pieces of you to die. When you can't give up enough to let yourself go. It seems like were always clinging to some-thing-like all those thoughts that we fell too stupid to write down, lie this-that-or the other thingy (that we won't talk about) But dying isn't that scary-(a not as scary as not being able to spell!). I mean I would know, it's nothing I'd ever recommend (believe me) but if I could walk away with only feeling like I've swallowed a whole watermelon, heeey, so could you. But don't cut the act too short-God! there is nothing an audience hates more that just cutting off! There sitting out there in the dark going :

and they'll leave perturbed, and then they'll probably give your life show really bad

reviews, THAT would be bad. Then you would feel way worse than you did when you tried to do yourself in. And besides, you don't wanna really go unless your super happy

with the way you look. You know, because all these people get to come over and look at

all your fatty parts and it's very difficult to cross your legs in a situation like that and

make casual conversation (and the weather does NOT count!) Now there are many

alternatives to this. I can have you over to my dorm for about an hour, after seeing these

people you'll think your the greatest thing walking! Unless, of course-the alligator ate

your dolly-then we have problems...