notre dame.

am i interesting, am i intriguing
are you barking up my fucking tree, because you need these things which to you i can feed?
are you crossing your legs because your aching to crawl on over to me & lick my mind clean?

their was a notion on a hunch that the great god's never get an impulse;
but i have more eye for the influence of the character human instincts
i lick the bible of satanism and embrace myself with involuntary mannerisms while swallowing down unnecessary brain spasms you keep me complete. i have this skin deep allure for the body to always conquer and rest assure it can be said i've long passed' pure '. im the goddess of presentation and i provide the invitation, i could be dressed but still be completely naked, and everything anyone else has i can always do without it. im as real as it can fucking get; im just above advanced - i will never be a friend, im just an acquaintance
and im the upper hand and i hold the power for dominance

im enabled by the traits that have me disabled
because i am moving body fun.
i cant stand these fucking concepts , which everyone thinks are soo expert
well i would rather fucking die on a cross
speed me up, slow me down - give me an occupation in which i can drown
im this mannequin missing all four limbs of the body, well what good am i to you then pretty baby?
the hunger sustains me and im an example of what its like to be alive but not living
the colours of my most intimate sets, roll around and wouldnt you like to get deep into every thought thats up against my head ?
i contract into a glitter high from the impact of a drag queen's eyes
is it beauty, did i make it beauty yet?
are the tears coming down like the bloods coming out yet?