"roll film!" screams scissors lips,
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prepping the flesh with his paper cut hiss.
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she couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak
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as faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks.
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scene one, enter junkyard j:
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the man with the used smile spits on his fingertips.
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swinging the sledgehammer he pounds his thunder kiss.
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and the crowd sing sings along to his victory song.
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pinned on the anvil her crown starts to flake.
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but that's what it takes to make the big make the big break!
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cut camera! screams scissor lips.
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the screen god shuts.
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the audience gnaws their finger tips.
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stage hands hammer stakes to her hands and knees.
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the modern crucifixion legs parted in the shape of a V.
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scene two: enter skin army girls:
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camaro's disguised as tanks.
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pom pom's blazing rapid fire blanks.
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high fives, ruined lives, high fives LA hives,
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high fives high fives the theatre wails like diseased violins,
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high fives heeled castanet clicks rape harmony.
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youth decays in 4/4 time.
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scene three: this is the making of a hollywood queen.
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the christening of a legendary dream.
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this is your birth breath, this is your death sigh
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and nothing hurts quite like the first time.
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Junkyard J. vs. The Skin Army GirlzHigh Fives, LA Hives
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| The Blood Brothers |
