TheMonotonePuppet
A Puppet Colored by Medication
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Mutterings on the Stars
We wink on ourselves, an uncountable number of glistening, twinkling eyes hungering for sight beyond the lightless blood under which they are submerged.
We turn around on ourselves, moving empty flesh; distorting billions of sights above eyelids.
We avoid the mockeries on ourselves; we are The Glistening With Tears And Starving For Adulation.
We feed on ourselves, a twinkle of amusement in our eyes; our saccharine world and you go squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy...
We see the monotone fueled on ourselves and give to the nonexistent through the nonexistent blood.
We place the stage on ourselves; coughing, mindless actors crawling miserably over our beautiful bodies.
We proffer a hand to ourselves for we care not to do so to you.
We hum a song on ourselves, a reverie of dying and hunger, for we are made for flying and crying, we are falling and older, then lying and younger.
The Monotone Puppet is a FRIEND of the Stars, and ceaselessly grasps for color in the name of the oh so colorful EYES above. It is a plaything that amuses the Stars, dancing to their whims as it tries new experiences for them and tosses remnants of the dream to the Starving for Adulation to feed their inexhaustible hunger.
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Mutterings on the Stars
We wink on ourselves, an uncountable number of glistening, twinkling eyes hungering for sight beyond the lightless blood under which they are submerged.
We turn around on ourselves, moving empty flesh; distorting billions of sights above eyelids.
We avoid the mockeries on ourselves; we are The Glistening With Tears And Starving For Adulation.
We feed on ourselves, a twinkle of amusement in our eyes; our saccharine world and you go squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy, squidgy...
We see the monotone fueled on ourselves and give to the nonexistent through the nonexistent blood.
We place the stage on ourselves; coughing, mindless actors crawling miserably over our beautiful bodies.
We proffer a hand to ourselves for we care not to do so to you.
We hum a song on ourselves, a reverie of dying and hunger, for we are made for flying and crying, we are falling and older, then lying and younger.
The Monotone Puppet is a FRIEND of the Stars, and ceaselessly grasps for color in the name of the oh so colorful EYES above. It is a plaything that amuses the Stars, dancing to their whims as it tries new experiences for them and tosses remnants of the dream to the Starving for Adulation to feed their inexhaustible hunger.