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| Airplane Crasher My boy is a doll. My boy turns me all electric-pink and cliche with teenage infactuation. I have never felt shocks like the ones he presses into my body - through his chests, from his cheek to mine - and drops himself into my valentine box. He touches me so soft and warm, so soft and presses all my love buttons. And with his arms around me, he's my warm-blue coma of boy. He holds me for 3 seconds. I feel like an earthquake and my heart - she catches on fire. My whole body bursts into the sky and I feel like inhaling him, melting into him- all warm and pink and blue. and then it's over. i twist and fall like a crashing airplane girl. |
| Dear humans, thanks for the anxiety I wake up to a million mechanical butterflies beating around in my tummy. Clanging around like a factory. Pouring out of my gasped-opened mouth and forming a blackhole sworm that clouds around me and drowns me in metallic flutter. Covering my cheeks with ink-black tears and filling my chest with grey oort clouds that beat black comets around my bruising heart. |
| Poetry and Song lyrics* |
| Baby Space Man * angels in starcrafts, floating all around my head if you're an idealist here, your dead silly little space head gone and got herself stuck in the clouds don't need nobody to pull me out chorus:i'm in the wrong city i'm in the wrong galaxy i'm not suppose to be here gettting hidden beneath the stars getting hidden beneath the stars get your jetpack ready baby spaceman get your jetpack ready baby spaceman all the earthlings make me an ultra-violet kind of lonely the kind of sad that turns your heart seagreen they feed you full of meaness till you projectile vomitting the kind of mean that makes your sad heart sting chorus i getting pretty bored here but i must say that the japanese have got some pretty good techno i'm getting pretty bored here and i think it's time for me to leave 1-2-3-4-5-zip-buzz, i'm gone and with a little bit of star-fuel and a little bit of hyper-speed i should be getting home in no time i should be getting home in no time |
| Dreamboat Machine-Gun * you're a dreamboat machinegun you're a dreamboat machinegun you're a dreamboat machinegun and i'm dead look me in the eyes baby, i'm your lolita |
| 50's Song* Chorus: Come with me on my lovesick spaceship we'll catch a death of digit-lilly i've got the ink-star and purple heartstrings wrapped around your little fingers i want to be in love with my little starship-love your a rainbow of an angel of a boy with nothing up you sleeves but arms for holding me so tell me if you want to... Chorus i've got the camera so you can stand sweet in your cherry flavored starlight i want to be the one that you think about a lot my darling is an angel i wonder if he could see something special in a little 'ole me and if he wants to ... |