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1 " YOU ARE NOT A FINISHED WORK OF ARTYOU ARE A COMMISSIONED WORK IN PROGRESSHANGING IN A GALLERY UNDER CONSTRUCTION!KEEP PUSHING! "
― Qwana M. BabyGirl Reynolds-Frasier, , Friend In Your Pocket Conversations Session One
2 " In the land of Gods and MonstersI was an AngelLiving in the garden of evilScrewed up, scared, doing anything that I neededShining like a fiery beaconYou got that medicine I needFame, Liquor, Love give it to me slowlyPut your hands on my waist, do it softlyMe and God, we don't get along so now I singNo one's gonna take my soul awayI'm living like Jim MorrisonHeaded towards a fucked up holidayMotel sprees sprees and I'm singing'Fuck yeah give it to me this is heaven, what I trulyWant'It's innocence lostInnocence lostIn the land of Gods and MonstersI was an AngelLooking to get fucked hardLike a groupie incognito posing as a real singerLife imitates artYou got that medicine I needDope, shoot it up, straight to the heart pleaseI don't really wanna know what's good for meGod's dead, I said 'baby that's alright with me'No one's gonna take my soul awayI'm living like Jim MorrisonHeaded towards a fucked up holidayMotel sprees sprees and I'm singing'Fuck yeah give it to me this is heaven, what I trulyWant'It's innocence lostInnocence lostWhen you talk it's like a movie and you're making meCrazy -Cause life imitates artIf I get a little prettier can I be your baby?You tell me, " life isn't that hard" No one's gonna take my soul awayI'm living like Jim MorrisonHeaded towards a fucked up holidayMotel sprees sprees and I'm singing'Fuck yeah give it to me this is heaven, what I trulyWant'It's innocence lostInnocence lost "
3 " HERMIAGod speed fair Helena! whither away?HELENACall you me fair? that fair again unsay.Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair!Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet airMore tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.Sickness is catching: O, were favour so,Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,The rest I'd give to be to you translated.O, teach me how you look, and with what artYou sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.HERMIAI frown upon him, yet he loves me still.HELENAO that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!HERMIAI give him curses, yet he gives me love.HELENAO that my prayers could such affection move!HERMIAThe more I hate, the more he follows me.HELENAThe more I love, the more he hateth me.HERMIAHis folly, Helena, is no fault of mine.HELENANone, but your beauty: would that fault were mine! "
― William Shakespeare , A Midsummer Night's Dream
