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ggg "I've Got No Strings" ggg
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$$$ by - Cannibal Butterfly $$$
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$$$ $$$
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$$$ [ HOE E-Zine #980 -- 12/18/99 -- http://www.hoe.nu ] .,$$$
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`"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""'
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It's as if you are a piece of paper. You're blank until someone
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writes on you and gives you direction. Completely simple and a little
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boy in a man's body that has aged too fast for your mind to keep up. Why
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don't you analyze this....
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You pretend to care how I feel when you have the energy and if
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not, you manipulate what I say and make a simple excuse for why things
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are going wrong. Have you ever taken into consideration that it might be
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you? You don't stare deeply into things and see life in the eyes of a
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creature. Instead, you glance and don't question. Your unadorned manner
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isn't enough to survive without shelter, but of course, you are unable to
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recognize that. Why don't you analyze this....
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Crossed out and vomiting on the floor, my body deflates to
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nothing. I drink my tears and pick the scabs you left. Not even God can
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hide these blemishes. You want to be separate from creation so you
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swallow and snort. Raising your hand for another round of one on one.
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You close my eyes for me, swollen and gapy. I'm stone-blind with
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hide-bound fists. I know you love me daddy, but we're over. Stop
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fucking my innocence.
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The daylight fades into obscurity and I remain blotted out and
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swept under your waves. I scrambled my heart and toasted my soul for
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you. Served on a silver platter. Watched as my brains splattered.
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Everyone who thinks I don't have any right to live, FUCK OFF! I'm your
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baby, I'm your dish. Grab a knife and let's dig in. Tits and ass in my
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daddy's lap, hugging me gently and being sent to bed. This isn't what I
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believe, it's what I know. Mommy is down again, but there's still two
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rounds to go.
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One more drink and the family time is over. Walking on a wet floor
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and dead for weeks. Handicapped and limp feels him with fury before he
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crumbles our world in a hurry. Love your little boy unconditionally and
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dare to blend his colors. Abandoned for weeks, checking each other up
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and down. Thanks for shopping with us, please come back and see us
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again. Please. Please. Please, daddy. PLEASE.
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He crawls on top and rides her rainbow. I'm forced to feel the
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pain. Their story makes my world lonely with rain. Leave mommy alone and
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let me be a little girl again. Blood stained concrete spells your name,
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but why do we pay for it? Let me live daddy, FUCK OFF. Shaking bones
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and jittery hands. You lost all we had and now you want to return.
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Everything's not alright and I want my strength back. Your world is
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different from ours.
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FUCK OFF, DADDY. FUCK OFF. Please. Please. Please, daddy. PLEASE.
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #980, BY CANNIBAL BUTTERFLY - 12/18/99 ]
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