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I am the girl who wanted to be God. I hate purity; hate goodness… I don't want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone corrupt. Welcome to my profile of doom. If you plan on commenting me, please read all of my profile (just a suggestion). All the world doesn’t exist for me, and if I am starving you can feed me lollipops. Your diet will kill me, my life is just an old man’s memory. They need my innocence to steal vacant love and to destroy… Hi I'm Stacie! *waves* I like shiny things and bright lights. Random hugs of strangers and singing retardedly to make people hate me is fun. Let me kiss you! Now fuck off. I'm young, naive and ugly. I hate a lot of things because I'm stupid. I worship Richey Edwards, Brian Molko and P J Harvey. Why do you care? Pfft --- you don't. I cry a lot; I don't eat enough; I drink a lot; I smoke; I babble; I am obsessed with gay rights; I hate school; I like to speak French; I have a collosal head (and not egotistically); I watch too many movies; I want to kill Courtney Love... I'm so interesting it makes me want to kill myself. O_o ... ...Self-Disgust Is Self-Obsession Honey And I Do As I Please O_o... ... CULTURE; ALIENATION: BOREDOM AND DESPAIR Everywhere death row, everyone’s a victim. If you care for something it will be destroyed; DESTROYED BY MADNESS. Your joys are counterfeit, this happiness corrupt political shit. Dress your life in loathing, breaking your mind with Barbie Doll futility. I am pure; I am snow. But you are the useless sluts that they mould. Oh virgins? Listen, all virgins are liars, honey. My hate is yours to feed upon; I feel no happiness unless I’m explaining my sorrow. SURVIVAL’S NATURAL AS SORROW ”I think we’ve always been about hypocrisy…” - Richey Edwards Between the billboard masturbation across highways of metallic isolation, there lies the deafening screaming of the millions wiping out the diseased pages of apathy that bleed our innocence. Our lives drift into a senseless void, everything of meaning becomes destroyed. STOPS YOUR HEART BEATING FOR ONE SIX EIGHT SECONDS Find your faith in your security, all broken up at seventeen. Jam your brain with broken heroes, love your masks and adore your failure. I’m a mess of eyeliner and spray-paint, D.I.Y. destruction on chanel chic. Deny your culture of consumption …This is a culture of destruction Babes on the run with poisoned lips, wrap your arms round this everlasting kiss. Clinging to your own sense of waste… all I love is lonely wreckage. Your school your dole and your cheque book dreams, your clothes your suits and your pension schemes. Now you say you know how I feel, but don't fall in love ‘cause I hate you still. I blur into images of state coercion, classified machines die misunderstood. City reflections pour out misery, I don't count ‘cause I hate. Despair seeps through and cuts our eyes, unified collapse of everything inside. I understand but cannot accept. Our lives drift into a faceless sense of void, everything of meaning becomes destroyed. There's too much concrete for us to breathe. LIFE SOLD CHEAPLY FOREVER. Culture sucks down words, itemise loathing and feed yourself smiles. Organise your safe tribal war, hurt maim kill and enslave the ghetto. Each day living out a lie … Life sold cheaply forever Life lies a slow suicide, orthodox dreams and symbolic myths. From feudal serf to spender, this wonderful world of purchase power, drive away and it's the same… Living life like a comatose, ego loaded and swallow. LA TRISTESSE DURERA I am just a fashion accessory. Yeah that's it. Au Revior...

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