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FalenAngel
About
Age: 39
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Curious
Relationship: Dominating A Slave
Occupation: bahhh!!!
Location: phoenix, AZ. USA
My Biography
Random thoughts tonight-
-WOW. You would look much better with my fist shoved down your throat.
-Hello pillow. You can be my new friend.
-I'm so tired right now that I could fall off the balcany, and I probably wouldn't feel it.
-Chicken?
-I Wonder if I set the building on fire, I'd get to go home with pay.... hmm...... match anyone?
-If you're me and I'm you, I'd kill myself.
Why can't you just look at me? Do I disgust you in some way?
I miss your touch. I miss your voice. I miss those eyes.
Why can't you just look at me, hold me one more time? You're just going to leave like everyone else. Why do I bother? Why don't you just stab me in the chest now, and get it over with. Don't let me suffer like this...
I need a smoke....
D.T.B.A.
What a skeletal wreck of man this is.
Translucent flesh and feeble bones,
the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic domes.
Running rampid with free thought to free form, and the free and clear.
When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a
laundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now.
We all have a little sin that needs venting,
virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are ripped
from the branches of office, do you know where your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?
When in doubt inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent,
and a winter earned.
For the rest of us, there is always Sunday.
The day of the week the reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breath,
so we can wade naked in the bloody pool, and place our hand on the big, black book.
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers.
A vacation is a countdown, T minus your life and
counting, time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube,
and hope you get a taste.
WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR?
WHAT THE HELL?S GOING ON? SHUT UP!
I can go on and on but lets move on, shall we?
Say, your me, and I?m you, and they all watch the things we do,
and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs,
haven?t felt like this in years.
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse, let me go,
and punch me into the dead spout again.
That?s where you go when there?s no one else around,
it?s just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse,
and a finger on the trigger.
CLASSIFIED MY ASS THAT?S A FUCKING SECRET, AND YOU KNOW IT!
Government is another way to say better?than?you.
It?s like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won?t stick,
it?s like a whole other world where you can smell the food,
but you can?t touch the silverware.
Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for.
Humph, isn?t that sweet?
And we?re all gonna die some day, because that?s the American way,
and I?ve drunk too much, and said too little,
when your gaffer taped in the
middle, say a prayer, say a face, get your self together and see what?s happening.
SHUT UP! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
I?m sorry, I could go on and on but
their times to move on so, remember: you?re a wreck, an accident.
Forget the freak, your just nature.
Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned shit snort,
and blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run.
Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we?ve done.
- Stone Sour
Three Libras
threw you the obvious
and you flew with it on your back, a name
in your recollection
down, among a million, say:
difficult not to feel a little bit
disappointed, and passed over
but i look right through
see you naked but oblivious
and you don't see me
but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there was more behind the
eyes of a fallen angel
eyes of a tragedy
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded
but i see
see through it all
see through
see you
cause i threw you the obvious to
see what occurs behind the
eyes of a fallen angel
eyes of a tragedy
oh well
oh well
apparently nothing
apparently nothing at all
you don't
you don't
you don't
see me
(repeat 3x)
you don't
see me, you...
you dont...
you dont see me at all
-A Perfect Circle
Tears For Fears Mad World
lyrics
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tommorow, no tommorow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
Anthem To A Lost Love
Gaze into my eyes to see the empty void that has plagued my soul for so long.
No one ever added up correctly in my diseased mind.
No one was good enough to fill the gaping hole that you so willingly ripped out of my heart.
No one could put the pieces back together.
It wasn't you who was there to nurture my tourtured soul back to health.
It wasn't you.
All I ever wanted was you, there, in my arms.
So I didn't care,no one cared.
Now here you are, there to mend the wounds.
Yet, you've found me much too late.
Too much blood has spilled from my heart to be mended.
I bleed, I die.
You've waited much too long to save me.
I'm nothing left for you.
-Lu
-Demented things I think of at 4 am when I feel lonely..
Love can be more painful than stabbing yourself several times in the heart with a dagger and never dying..
It's so painful to see you sometimes that I wish I didn't have any eyes..
Insomnia- just a way to reduce the 1/3 of a life you'd spend sleeping to 1/8th of a life... yay...no sleeeepp......
If men were women and women were men, we'd all be transvestites..
Shut up or I'll gouge your eye-balls out with my fingers and feed them to you..
hehe..
-WOW. You would look much better with my fist shoved down your throat.
-Hello pillow. You can be my new friend.
-I'm so tired right now that I could fall off the balcany, and I probably wouldn't feel it.
-Chicken?
-I Wonder if I set the building on fire, I'd get to go home with pay.... hmm...... match anyone?
-If you're me and I'm you, I'd kill myself.
Why can't you just look at me? Do I disgust you in some way?
I miss your touch. I miss your voice. I miss those eyes.
Why can't you just look at me, hold me one more time? You're just going to leave like everyone else. Why do I bother? Why don't you just stab me in the chest now, and get it over with. Don't let me suffer like this...
I need a smoke....
D.T.B.A.
What a skeletal wreck of man this is.
Translucent flesh and feeble bones,
the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic domes.
Running rampid with free thought to free form, and the free and clear.
When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a
laundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now.
We all have a little sin that needs venting,
virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are ripped
from the branches of office, do you know where your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?
When in doubt inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent,
and a winter earned.
For the rest of us, there is always Sunday.
The day of the week the reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breath,
so we can wade naked in the bloody pool, and place our hand on the big, black book.
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers.
A vacation is a countdown, T minus your life and
counting, time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube,
and hope you get a taste.
WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR?
WHAT THE HELL?S GOING ON? SHUT UP!
I can go on and on but lets move on, shall we?
Say, your me, and I?m you, and they all watch the things we do,
and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs,
haven?t felt like this in years.
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse, let me go,
and punch me into the dead spout again.
That?s where you go when there?s no one else around,
it?s just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse,
and a finger on the trigger.
CLASSIFIED MY ASS THAT?S A FUCKING SECRET, AND YOU KNOW IT!
Government is another way to say better?than?you.
It?s like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won?t stick,
it?s like a whole other world where you can smell the food,
but you can?t touch the silverware.
Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for.
Humph, isn?t that sweet?
And we?re all gonna die some day, because that?s the American way,
and I?ve drunk too much, and said too little,
when your gaffer taped in the
middle, say a prayer, say a face, get your self together and see what?s happening.
SHUT UP! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
I?m sorry, I could go on and on but
their times to move on so, remember: you?re a wreck, an accident.
Forget the freak, your just nature.
Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned shit snort,
and blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run.
Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we?ve done.
- Stone Sour
Three Libras
threw you the obvious
and you flew with it on your back, a name
in your recollection
down, among a million, say:
difficult not to feel a little bit
disappointed, and passed over
but i look right through
see you naked but oblivious
and you don't see me
but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there was more behind the
eyes of a fallen angel
eyes of a tragedy
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded
but i see
see through it all
see through
see you
cause i threw you the obvious to
see what occurs behind the
eyes of a fallen angel
eyes of a tragedy
oh well
oh well
apparently nothing
apparently nothing at all
you don't
you don't
you don't
see me
(repeat 3x)
you don't
see me, you...
you dont...
you dont see me at all
-A Perfect Circle
Tears For Fears Mad World
lyrics
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tommorow, no tommorow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
Anthem To A Lost Love
Gaze into my eyes to see the empty void that has plagued my soul for so long.
No one ever added up correctly in my diseased mind.
No one was good enough to fill the gaping hole that you so willingly ripped out of my heart.
No one could put the pieces back together.
It wasn't you who was there to nurture my tourtured soul back to health.
It wasn't you.
All I ever wanted was you, there, in my arms.
So I didn't care,no one cared.
Now here you are, there to mend the wounds.
Yet, you've found me much too late.
Too much blood has spilled from my heart to be mended.
I bleed, I die.
You've waited much too long to save me.
I'm nothing left for you.
-Lu
-Demented things I think of at 4 am when I feel lonely..
Love can be more painful than stabbing yourself several times in the heart with a dagger and never dying..
It's so painful to see you sometimes that I wish I didn't have any eyes..
Insomnia- just a way to reduce the 1/3 of a life you'd spend sleeping to 1/8th of a life... yay...no sleeeepp......
If men were women and women were men, we'd all be transvestites..
Shut up or I'll gouge your eye-balls out with my fingers and feed them to you..
hehe..
Crushes
Lords of Acid - Pretty In Kink
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