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The Dope Show

The Dope Show

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Puffin smoke circles,
� � � � �the show has just begun.
Skipping the introduction,
� � � � �Action! Roll on one.

I don't want to scream,
� � � � �the pain feels so damn good.
This is my night to shine,
� � � � �in this segment so taboo to boot.

Fuck my lovely pussy,
� � � � �make it shine red.
Smack this bubbly ass,
� � � � �and bash open my head.

Thrust into me,
� � � � �as if escaping death.
Suffocate me with chloroform,
� � � � �making me gasp out for breath.

I want you to go insane,
� � � � �fuck me hysterically.
Don't stop plowing my form,
� � � � �until I'm sagging lifelessly.

Take a bat,
� � � � �shove it in any hole available.
Keep the camera rolling,
� � � � �my thirst for death growing insatiable.

Get your freak on,
� � � � �zooming up on the screen.
Get my frozen face,
� � � � �obscenity on the scene.

Make me bloodless,
� � � � �carve out celtic designs on my pale skin.
Marvel at my pulselessness,
� � � � �then take this body for a next spin.

Don't stop!
Don't stop!
Keep going!
Keep fucking!

Stain the white sheets,
� � � � �with the color of my blood.
Then cover me completely,
� � � � �with ropes of your seedy spunk.

Even if I say no,
� � � � �I love every bit of the gore.
You can freeze the dead body for a week,
� � � � �then roll on one for one more round � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � with my decaying corpse.

My deceased existence,
� � � � �wants to keep the camera rolling,
� � � � � � � � �recording our memories of the dope show.
Even with society's horrified resistance�
� � � � �by the end of the film,
� � � � � � � � �we'll have them cumming,
� � � � �and begging us for more.