I write for fun and for no reason at all. With no real point, and very poor grammatical structure...and such. I could care less, but I won't bother.
Mannequin Murder, to me ..that's a form of suicide. And to some could take the world to explain, while to others...
Some people don't get my humour. Some people don't get when I speak. Others, treat me like a toy and a spectacle. A show, for entertainment. I'm no model, but I'm a mannequin no doubt. And I know my kind, I see them every day. In the street, and shops and classes. In my home and in my own head. To some life's a stage, and everyday's a preformance. My life is spread across a canvas. Much smaller than a stage. Much stiffer than any dance floor.
I have idols, and I have wishes, and quite frankly, the train with my mind is more of a roller coaster. My imagination dies quicker than my fingers can move across a keyboard and my mouth can only keep up in studders.
So I hope to hear your world :] Because mine is quite lame. I'll love your life, and I'll live your words. You'll be my hero, and never know my name.
Mannequin Murder, to me ..that's a form of suicide. And to some could take the world to explain, while to others...
Some people don't get my humour. Some people don't get when I speak. Others, treat me like a toy and a spectacle. A show, for entertainment. I'm no model, but I'm a mannequin no doubt. And I know my kind, I see them every day. In the street, and shops and classes. In my home and in my own head. To some life's a stage, and everyday's a preformance. My life is spread across a canvas. Much smaller than a stage. Much stiffer than any dance floor.
I have idols, and I have wishes, and quite frankly, the train with my mind is more of a roller coaster. My imagination dies quicker than my fingers can move across a keyboard and my mouth can only keep up in studders.
So I hope to hear your world :] Because mine is quite lame. I'll love your life, and I'll live your words. You'll be my hero, and never know my name.
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