Monday, September 7, 2009
I like serial killers.
Romance
Tease me, toy with me
Let's play a game
I'll cut you open
It's instant fame
Don't worry baby
I'll take it slow
You can put up a fight
But I'm ready to go
It seems like I've been listening to She Wants Revenge and yet, I haven't heard them all weekend. I don't know where this came from. Sometimes love is violent I suppose, wait....not violent, extreme? Yes, extreme. Also, I think I've been having too many Dexter fantasies and watching Pulp Fiction and True Romance only exacerbates the problem. I can appreciate a good bloody scene and some Tarantino wordplay.
At least I have writing as a way to vent. I wonder what would happen if I had no outlet. Would I be a serial killer? What an interesting thought...Perhaps. I think I could have been a badass serial killer. I wonder what my name/specialty would be...I'm pretty sure it would involve an array of knives and I would take lots of pictures. I would be my own crime scene photographer. I like that plan. Well, if ever I decide to become a serial killer, I know what I'll be known for.
Okay, I'm done being creepy :]
Labels:
Dexter,
madness,
photo,
poetry,
Pulp Fiction,
She Wants Revenge,
Tarantino,
True Romance
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Oh Jesus, another dead! It's another Laughing Boy work! Oh cruel destiny! :D
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