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NightMARE Crush

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Doll Shaker

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Fade Out, smile

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“I refuse to be your battery You don't get to drain me anymore You don't get to charge me anytime for anything anymore You don't get to judge me- to think I'm used up and be indecisive daily whether you'd like to get a new one You don't get to connect to me or keep testing me You haven't saved up enough integrity to afford this high quality battery The only thing I will allow is for you to replace me- Good luck.”

“When they tell only lies, you've no choice but to tell only truth. The Equalizer comes a knocking and so you answer, or else the door gets kicked down. But be sure you have faced the mirror on your worst day before you attempt to balance the scales. If someone was able to deceive you, there is self-deception within waiting to be discovered.”

“Those with NPD gain power over others by holding things over their head. This is often financially, but not always. They use what's important to you. They fish for your deepest desire and sink the hook. Take a look at your life. Have you been caught? Is your desire and gratitude out of balance? You can get free. Don't struggle. Follow your heart. -promotion for Escape from Narc Island”

“The fragile frequency on which his nightglare exists sends desperate shock waves; subtle static to infiltrate my daydreams, breezing over my lips {come back}, knocking faintly on my skin now once in a while, reminding me of when i really did believe strangers had the best candy The waves that got through to me just like we were one- back when I was fragile too”

“Don't bother pulling my string again- Not behind those doll eyes anymore I won't say what's expected, kid, laugh at your tantrum on the floor I'm just not looking at you, kid, I'm not a piss-poor heart anymore; Not going home with the lowest bid Out of stock- your projection whore I'm never going back to the toy box Elevated up from the cellar- home of the wish-washed pretty cocks Out of the dark, preachin' Helen Keller Bored with the coin-operated allure I'm top shelf, kid, out of your reach You can't afford to walk in the store Turn around, kid, don't slip in bleach -from 'Ragdoll$ & Riche$”

“When you decide to go in the opposite direction of everyone dedicated to misunderstanding You, and not look back, you start running into everyone who's waiting to accept You and the earth shifts right under feet, like that annoying song And now, things that annoyed you, and people that took you for granted no longer threaten your peace Only it can be slightly brutal; the cloud that stays- the epiphany that giggles while running down the hall, You always held the power.”

“only said you loved me one time i cornered you... now i understand only want the tightest hand to just let go, yeah, letting you go, go, go ready, set, go ready, set, go ready, set, GO!!! Now, I'm racing so slow! Snails RRR running the show! At my own pace, LET GO! Said, pour another, Moe, I'm just tryin' to let go...”

“fade in / fade out that's all you can do when you're heart's without fade in / fade out when you're not whole, you fight to keep Light out fade in / fade out the control of it all will just wear you out fade in / fade out the dark veil is rad until the SPECTRUM shout! -from the poem 'energy flips.”

“pissing on photos, we wake parched in parallel realities i still end up drowning in visions he settles for the horror; hostage to the oddity of normal- comfy spot mirage, as he makes the bed daily so he can lie in it and be secret sad boy; he settles to sleepwalk with fantasy, slitting the throat of actual possibility, begging for a hand job to get through the day, making friends with locked doors and collectors of cookie cutters”