Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Mantras 1
Nothing tastes as good as thin feels.
I have a hole in my heart, so I threw away my plate. nothing filled me up, no matter what I ate.
Time spent wasting is not wasted time.
Thinner is the winner.
Hunger hurts but starving works.
Eat to live, don’t live to eat
Ana's Song by Silverchair
Please die, Ana
For as long as you’re here, we’re not
You make the sound of laughter
And sharpened nails seem softer
And I need you now, somehow
And I need you now, somehow
Open fire
On my needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire
On my knees desires
What I need from you
Imagine pageant
In my head
The flesh seems thicker
Sandpaper tears corrode the film
And I need you now, somehow
And I need you now, somehow
Open fire
On my needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire
On my knees desires
What I need from you
And you’re my obsession
I love you to the bones
And ana wrecks your life
Like an anorexia life