I am a snail drained in virgin blood and I find this offensive.
I am a snail drained in virgin blood and I find this offensive.
Teena, do you ever have moments of clarity? Moments where you snap out of your perpetual delusions and realise what a sad, pathetic indictment on western society you are?
We've all seen the video where Marilyn Manson recoils in horror at your approach and sends you packing as soon as you snap a quick pic. You are a bare step up from the screaming, braindead teenagers at a Jonas Brothers concert - mindlessly crafting a little private illusion where your relationship to a celebrity is not just exaggerated, but front and center.
You are everything he sought to criticize and condemn when he began: celebrity obsession and a world far too preoccupied with the goings on of 'the famous', rather than progressing to a better state of enlightened knowledge and understanding. People are quick to label you mentally unsound, and thus someone (something) in need of sympathy and pity, but I just find you absurd now, and annoying to boot.
People starve, die and blink out of existence every second of every day from preventable states of malnutrition, sanitation and sickness, whilst people like you keep on keeping on, flashing your twat around the internet for a (some say washed-up) celebrity making his way slowly but surely towards obscurity. You are a product of too much money to spend on too much fascination that leaves too little time to do anything worth doing in this world.
Sometimes I wonder if you're obscurely crafted satire by the man himself, a last ditch effort to make a worthy statement on celebritarianism and the follies of fame and delusion. I guess that's just wishful thinking in the end, a way of not coming to terms with the idea that people in this world are, for the most part, irretrievably stupid and insipid in the way they lump importance on the unimportant.
Last edited by ImNotJesus; 07-24-2012 at 11:03 PM.
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^ Ya goota love someone who writes a mini-essay on Teena Byrd's Manson obsession.
“Last words are for those fools who believe they have not yet said enough...”
And then I slip my erect cock into Teena's quivering cave of wonders. She thrusts against my shaft and the pleasure is unbearable: my body can't take it anymore...I release my amorous fluid all over Teena's glorious mounds of breasts and we fall asleep in each others arms absolutely devastated by pleasure as High End of Low plays in the background.
I'm a virgin, I mostly do as mum says, I don't party, I don't stay outside until later than allowed, I have yet to get drunk, I have never, and most probably never will, smoke.
STILL, after all the posts I've read on manson forums, I am probably not even half as innocent as most people my age.
A poetic monologue sent to me from the White Witch of Pupper Master [whom I auditioned for in PA (though she's LA based)], and said: "Irene was very impressed with your audition. She thinks that you are very talented and very beautiful."
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I pledge allegiance to Marilyn Manson..[.]
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Did you ever see "Puppet Master?" When I was a kid, it haunted my nightmares. Tunneler was the one that got me...Ironic - since Tina in the film is a nymphomaniac that can tell you the sexual history of any room/bed she comes into contact with...I was too young to get the [good vibrations] analogy when Tunneler is her killer. Can I play with [it], Marilyn Manson?
Last edited by Teena Byrd; 07-25-2012 at 12:12 PM. Reason: to fix video
I hastily spread your legs open and dive my face in anticipating your sweet, sticky aroma. You whisper the filthiest, fucking things into my ear: the anticipation haunts me. I feel my cock stiffen with delight a I stare at your body that no goddess could even compete with. Once I am done pleasuring you, you cum close to me and whisper, " my turn"...
You need to learn how to properly lace a corset :|
^ An improperly laced corset is the least of her worries. Every "audition" video sounds and looks like Bette Davis doing a bad impersonation of herself.
"But you ARE, Blanche. You ARE in that chair."
"What a dump!"
“Last words are for those fools who believe they have not yet said enough...”