I wanna be stabbed...
I wanna be stabbed...
I wanna be stabbed...
The more I tell myself "As of this moment, I'm not allowed to get my lip pierced until January," the more I have to fight it off. It's kinda like when your parents tell you no. And what didja do the moment you left the house? Exactly what they told you not to...

The more I think about it, I wanna go home and shove something through my labret, where there once was a piercing...maybe I should just force something into it when I get home and then go get pierced in January? That'd actually look really fuckin' cool...

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