2003-02-13 : Bad Teenage Goth Prose-Poetry Pt 1
Ok..here goes the bad goth teenage angst prose-poetry fest. My first submission was written on Feb. 3, 1986..I would have been 16, I think. Please read these to yourselves in a whiny, hyper melo-dramatic voice (or a CRAZY whisper):

THE 9TH LEVEL OF TROPICAL FISH

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Her hands lay idle, lifeless upon the cascading ripples of the cherry oak table. Her blood-stained lips cast out two EVIL words "PLEASE DIE." U look once again at the collapsed body of her innocent victim. "GO AWAY", she screams at you. "I DON'T NEED YOU! I NEED NOONE BUT MYSELF. OH! YOU MEAN THAT DYING CHILD OVER THERE WAS NOTHING? GET OUT!" She screams. U slap her chalky face, bring her fangs hurling at your throat. She is your sexton, but all u can be is a darkened and forlorn mute, just a bystander to your own death. U grip her bony wrists and slash them w/your own teeth. She screams and her green eyes see red. She hurls the glass vase. Ruby red roses shower your tilting head. The petals shatter into fragments to be lost, liker her sanity. Dashed to the black carpet one splendid evening. She hissed something foul but faint to your ear. "Go outside to the street" she croons. "Fall down and let black tires kiss your eyelids." U smile and ask if she'll join U. 2 friends thrown to the sharks together, lasting and eternal friendship forever. She asks U why the cats died in her dreams. U reply they had lived on the 9th level of existence. She tell U to go and feed her tropical fish. Why U ask and she says they have razor teeth. U tell her "like mother like daughter" She claws your peach cheek- U scream- highpitched-window shatters-she chuckles and asks if U've been castrated- U tell her to eat her blood-she replies that it's not hers and so U walk out into the enveloping fog, on the way to those coral roses.

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PEEEEYEW! Isn't that hilariously bad? I LOVE it.