In between Hair Spray, Acrylic, Calvin Klein underwear, and Neon purple hair, I'm going to post this.
Most of you have noticed and brought to my attention regularly that I don't post much on here anymore. That's all about to change. I'm still the same fake bitch you all have grown up to love. and hate. but really, you don't hate, you envy. I didn't leave you, I didn't give up, I didn't walk away and say "fuck it", I was just simply beauty sleeping for a really long time.
practically dead. or slowly dieing at least with my eye's shut and hair down.
and now it's no longer a funeral, I'm AWAKE.
Vampires are so in this fall
and it's time for me to feed. Thankfully resources are high because I'm getting hungry. I'm getting stronger, better, and my taste...taste soooo good. My eye's shine stars and my eyelashes shield, my hair rays a bright neon glow accross the sky. I'm back bitch, and better than before. Stand from a distance, I'm too bright for you.
I'm here to fuck with your brain, make you at least half as insaine as I am. Everything already clastrophobic, everyone everywhere asking questions, and of course the usual omgmmgmgmgmmgggg I love your hair, and i like totally love you phrases that drip out of your mouth daily. God help me I can't even pump gas anymore without the gas pump man running outside and saying "what shade purple is that dude, it toally rocks". or the little girls who just LOVE me and talk of me as I'm the living jesus. It's a hassle waking up in the morning and as of now walking down the street.
Cheap whores with fake chanel bags can't keep my name out of their mouths. koritjaden *coughcough*. Say what you want, and mean what you say, but I don't give a flying fuck. becasuse. i still. look better. than you.
I'm a head tripping attention whore to society and everything coporate america fears today. I'm a icon to the underground silly faggots who can't keep up. Say my name, touch me, breathe me in, and blow me out. I'm limited edition and on sale, cheapcheapcheap. My flavor is too strong for you, don't bother swallowing..you mind as well spit me up now while you have the chance. don't choke.
I'm cold hard fake plastic who in which smiling dosen't come natural.
some people, were ment to be, something more.
I feal like there's a spot light above my head and cameras everywhere, everyones always watching. Forever stalked by people, who don't even know they're doing it. I'm a mannequin in a window with everyone walking by. I can attract more attention standing there with my eyes shut than you could on fire and naked.
I guess I set myself up for it though. I mean, NO one can do it like me. People have tried, but never came close. I'm a one man show. You can't copy, because by the time you do, I've changed into something new. You can't watch, because I turn off the lights, you can't chase because I run, you can't love because I HATE.
There's a glass ceiling above me that I'm going to break, you just wait. I'm warning you all now. Stand back, or be killed.
I'm a bigger mess than New York on Sept 12, I have more fans than Hurricane Katrina has victims, my hair has more volume than the Warped Tour, and I'm bigger than pete wentz's cock.
Love & Hairspray
NORMAN MANNEQUIN