by Aussie   Jul 4, 2009

How sear you call me normal!
yuk, what'o disgusting thing.
I rather be dirt over normal.
I'm no fool

normals worn in uniforms.
tight pink and tiny shirts,
enslaved to the holess sex,
actress to a audience of none existence.

why waste being blind?
there's more to life than competing aginst pretenders,
why can't I be me, my personal style?
they're all disgusting, dreadful, dis-spirited, despair


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