Paper Thin Things

Weightless falls
( in time…I will….)
Honeysuckle
( collect the world )
Strangers – strange this
( the eggs )
Lights from pages
( and wings…)
Paper thin thing

Protected by the naked eye
( had you wings…)
Pearly sunrise
( I give my children…)

Nearly worn
( he’s a wonder )
Kneeling like a supplicant
( he’s a little black winged boy )

Darkened skin
( oh my daughters…)
Afraid to see
( he’ll fill you with joy )

Radiate
( had you wings )
Open lips
( the eggs )
Keep smiling for me
( I give my children )
Darkened skin

Afraid to see
( I give you…)
Radiate
( the wings of…)
Open lips
( in time…)

Keep smiling for me.
( I will collect the world )

Weightless cool
( in time )
Honeysuckle
( I will collect the world )
Fair skin – freckles
( the hearts )

Uncut teeth
( and limbs )
Tranquil eyes
( of butterflies )

Bite my lips – bite my lips
( had you wings…)
Under your feet

Butterflies….

oh father… I offer…

Butterflies….

( for Ven. <3 )

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Lyrics by Toad the Wet Sprocket and Massive Attack.

Photobuggery and photoshoppery by Munchflower Zaius

Hair – marlie by KIN

Shirt and pants and eyes  NOMINE

Poses by PILGRIMAGE and Munch.

Oh, Cynda Moore…

I’m coming into your town.
Night is falling to the ground,
but I can still see where you loved
yourself before he tore it all down.
April 12th, with nobody else around;
you were outside the house
(where’s your mother?)
when he put you in the car,
when he took you down the road….

And I can still see
where it was open,
the door he slammed closed.
(It was open)
the door he slammed closed.
It was open,

long ago.

But don’t lose me now,
don’t lose me now.
Though I know that I’m not useful anyhow,
just let me stick around
while I tell you, like before,
you should say his name
the way that he said yours.
But you don’t want
to say his name anymore.
Oh, Cynda Moore.

Baby daughter on the road….
wrapped up warm in daddy’s coat.
And I can still see
the cigarette’s heat….

I can’t believe all that you’re telling me

words are cutting like the smoke
through your teeth
as you are telling me

forget it.

But if I could tear his throat…
and spill his blood between my jaws,
and erase his name out for good,
don’t you know that I would?
Don’t you realize that I wouldn’t pause
that I would cut him down with my claws
if I could have somehow never let that happen?

Or I’d call some black midnight,
fuck up his new life where they don’t know what he did,
tell his brand-new wife and his second kid.
Though I tell you, like before,

you should wreck his life
the way that he wrecked yours,

but you want no part of his life anymore.

Oh… Cynda Moore…

please don’t lose me now,
let me help you out…
Though I know
that I can’t help you
anyhow.

but when I watch you

I’m proud.

oh and I told you twice before
that you should wreck his life
the way that he wrecked yours,
but you want no part of his life anymore.

oh Cynda Moore.

And it’ll never be the way it was before,
but I wish that
you would let me through that door.

Let me through that door.

Oh… Cynda Moore…

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Lyrics: Black by Okkervil River

Cynda Moore is wearing

Sophie hair in midnight by Calico Creations

Brood Jacket by Refuge

Sister Mary Jane’s lingerie and rosary by INDI

Dead eyes, and RAW skin by Nomine

Animations by Pilgrimage and Naughty Neko

Sugar skull, parintachin, deathmask, widow and deathy skins customized by Munchflower Zaius.

Fisherman’s Blues

Well I’m on the Downeaster “Alexa”
And I’m cruising through Block Island Sound
I have charted a course to the Vineyard
But tonight I am Nantucket bound…

We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday.
And left this morning from the bell in Gardiner’s Bay.
Like all the locals here, I’ve had to sell my home.
Too proud to leave I worked my fingers to the bone…

So I could own my Downeaster “Alexa”.
And I go where the ocean is deep
There are giants out there in the canyons!
And a good captain can’t fall asleep.

I’ve got bills to pay and children who need clothes
I know there’s fish out there, but where – God only knows.
They say these waters aren’t what they used to be
But I’ve got people back on land who count on me.

So if you see my Downeaster “Alexa”…
And if you work with the rod and the reel
Tell my wife I am trawling Atlantis
And I still have my hands on the wheel.

Now I drive my Downeaster “Alexa”
More and more miles from shore every year
Since they tell me I can’t sell no stripers
And there’s no luck in swordfishing here.

I was a bayman like my father was before
Can’t make a living as a bayman anymore
There ain’t much future for a man who works the sea…

But there ain’t no island left for islanders like me.

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The Downeaster Alexa by Billy Joel and I’m sure he retains all rights forthwith.

Munchflower is wearing:

Sexy hair in black – Shop Seu

Dark Bella Morte Belt by Kyoot Army

Street Sweeper Arm Guard by Virus Company

Dirty ripped bloody pants by PARADISIS

Nomine stained contacts forest – Nomine

Laced boots by Kaeli Candour

Nomine tees in gray longsleeve and black tank by Nomine

Beanie by Franta Burt

“Downeaster Alexa” rowboat by RyanIJ Writer

Baby, One More Time*

* As performed by Marty Casey

Oh baby, baby

How was I supposed to know,
That something wasn’t right here?

Oh baby, baby

I shouldn’t have let you go
And now you’re out of sight

Show me, what you want it to be
Tell me baby,’cuz I need to know now,
Just because…

My loneliness is killing me

(And I)
I must confess,

I still believe
(Still believe!)

If I’m not with you, I lose my mind
Give me a sign,
And hit me baby one more time

Oh baby, baby
How was I supposed to know

Oh pretty baby
I shouldn’t have let you go

I must confess,
That my loneliness
Is killing me now

Don’t you know I still believe,
That you will be here

Just give me a sign

And hit me baby one more time

My loneliness is killing me,

(And I)
I must confess I still believe
(Still believe)

When I’m not with you,
I lose my mind!
Give me a sign

And hit me baby,
One more time…

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Not that any of you noticed but -

Burden of being sexy carried by Recidivist Sideways via:
Mercenary hair from Paper Street Soap Company
018s Serena sunglasses in dark brown by VJ Eyewear
Bone Collector earring by No!  Mine!
City Satin shirt and tie in Black, by Mechanism
Pirate Gloves, Divided (glove only, modified) by Illusions
Make My Day belt (unreleased) by Warped Charms
Leather Pants 2 by Refuge
Quixote boots by Jeepers Creepers

Unbearable lightness of sexy carried by Munchflower Zaius via
Visual K hair in licorice by Gritty Kitty
Denim Whore pants by Lost Thereian (no longer available)
Disturbia Barbed Corset by Nomine
Dark Bella Morte Belt by Kyoot Army
Mourna Underwear Set by Nomine

Animations
Lovescene 1 & 2, Soul Intentions, Devotion, and Resolution 1 & 2 – Bits ‘n Bobs
Other animations by Pilgrimage

I’d only come here…seeking peace…

In your dream you see me clear
I have no restraint, no fear
Powerless I watched from faces I’d assumed.
My purpose set. My will defined.
Caress the air.
Embrace the skies.
Escape the sorrow and restraint of mortal cities.

Give me time I will be clear.
Given time you’ll understand
What possesses me to right what you have suffered.
I’m in this mood because of scorn.
I’m in a mood for total war.
To the darkened skies once more and ever onward.

So many years I stood among the thoughts
and tears of those I served.
Among my own I was alone through my own doing.
All the years I walked unknown
behind the faces I assumed.
Powerless to clear your mind of what you’d suffered.

They fall again.

Give me time I will be clear.
Given time you’ll understand
What possesses me to right what you have suffered.
I’m in this mood because of scorn.
I’m in a mood for total war.
To the darkened skies once more and ever onward.
There is no faith in which to hide.
Even truth is filled with lies.
Doubting angels fall to walk among the living.

I’d only come here seeking peace….

I’d only come here seeking me…

It seems I came to leave.

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Photofuckery by Munchflower Zaius

Shot on location in City of Lost Angels

Skin, Mourna Cyber eyes, Medea spinal collar, and Mourna underwear set by Munchflower Zaius

Mechahooves by AVZ

Senasy Cybernetics Biomechanical Arms v1.0 and Senasy Cybernetics Cyber Arms by Senuka Harbinger

Abyss Demon Wings by Material Squirrel

Belt skirt – Kaku EN by Discord

Hair – visual K by Gritty Kitty

Poses by Pilgrim Miles

5th Order

and me.

The Curse of Millhaven Pt 2

Yes, it is I, Lottie – The Curse Of Millhaven
I’ve struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain’t green and my hair ain’t yellow
It’s more like the other way around
I got a pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming!
La la la la… La la la lie…
Sooner or later we ALL gotta die.
Since I was no bigger than a weevil they’ve been saying I was evil
That if “bad” was a boot that I’d fit it
That I’m a wicked young lady, but I’ve been trying hard lately
O fuck it! I’m a monster! I admit it!
Well it makes me so mad that my blood really starts a-going
La la la la, La la la lie

Mama always told me that we ALL gotta die.

Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I’ll sing to the lot, now you got me going!
La la la la… La la la lie…

All God’s children have all gotta DIE.

Then there are all of the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the “Warning” signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, they’re underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la, La la la lie

Even twenty little children, they had to DIE.

And the fire of ‘91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
That was the biggest shit-fight this country’s ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of wee little girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
Oh La la la la… La la la lie…

Well the rich man, and the poor man, they all got to DIE.

Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away…
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
Well it ain’t home, but you know, it’s better than jail
It ain’t such bad old place to happy home in
La la la la! La la la lie!

All God’s children they all gotta die.

Now I got shrinks that will not rest – with their endless Rorschach tests
I keep telling them that I think they’re out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, “Why of course!
There’s so much more I could’ve done if they’d LET me!”
So it’s Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy!
Singing La la la la! La la la lie!

All God’s children they all have to DIE.

I’m happy as a lark now and everything is fine!
Singing La la la la La la la lie!
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie

All God’s children they gotta die.

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Lyrics still by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.

Nomine Sylvan ultralight nude lined, vamp touched and custom skins, outfit, shape, Nomine stained contacts in forest and Mourna Gold, Pretty Vermin Nectar Hair, and other assorted weaponry all by Nomine, bitches.

Animations courtesy of the ::MD::Musyume-AO

and Pilgrim Miles

Shoes – *Little Lu* Mary Janes for children Black

Bedraggled in your face kickass hair – Penumbra – Yuki Onna Brown and Black

Melee Circular Saw by Anthony Lehane

Shovel by Papertrumpet Smit

Severed Body Parts by Riggor Mortis

The Curse of Millhaven Pt 1

I live in a town called Millhaven
And it’s small and it’s Mean and it’s COLD…
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole thing turn to gold.
Oh it’s around about then that I used to go a-roaming
La la la la, La la la lie

All God’s children – they all gotta DIE.

My name is Loretta, but I prefer Lottie
I’m closing in on my fifteenth year..
If you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure haven’t see them around here
Well my hair is a-yellow and I’m always a-combin’
Oh La la la la… La la la lie…

Mama often told me that we all got to die.

You musta heard about The Curse Of Millhaven…
How last Christmas Bill Blakey’s little boy didn’t come home?
They found him the next week up in One Mile Creek
With his head bashed in and his pockets full of stones.
Well just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la…. La la la lie….

Even Bill Blakey’s boy, he had to DIE.

Then Professor O’Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
Well his eulogy to Biko had all the tears flowing!
La la la la, Oh La la la lie

Even God’s little creatures, they have to DIE

Our little town fell into a state of SHOCK
A lot of people saying things that made little sense
The next thing you know… the head of Handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the Mayor’s residence
Well foul play can really get a small town going!
La la la la… La la la lie…

Even God’s children they have to DIE.

Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
Was stabbed, but the job was not complete…
Well the last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, “My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!”
Oh,twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning!
Oh La la la la… La la la lie…

The young ones, the old ones, they all got to DIE.

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To Be Continued…..

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Lyrics: The Curse of Millhaven – Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

Photography, Photoshoppery, and general malice: Munchflower Zaius

Credits to be continued.

Cyanide

This is the hand that will blind your eyes and split your spine…
This is the blade that’ll visit your flesh and release the wine…

You play with toys that have triggers
and you hear how the lead moves near…

You play with razors and it hurts, it hurts
As you face your fears…

So face the dark and I’ll teach you about fire in the blink of an eye…
The worlds collide and you know it’s pure filth that I hide…

When the dark does what the dark does best
(It’s darkness…)

Let the dark do what the dark does best
(Let there be darkness…)

Now Drink The Cyanide.

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Evil Sexy Provided by The Reverend Recidivist Sideways

Hot photo action by Munchflower Zaius

Filmed on location at Templum Ex Obscurum

Lyrics – Cyanide by Deathstars.

Hat: Warped Charms (Currently Unreleased)

Eyes/Ears/Skin: Nomine

Trenchcoat: Tonktastic

Necklace: BLITZED

Braces/Gloves: SiniStyle

Pants: LF Fashions