You want to be there. You know you do. Don't lie, dahling. It's okay. I know what you're thinking when you look up at that splendorous place atop the mountain. I
know what fills you, spurs you on, fuels your dreams. You're obsessed with being chosen. Everyone is.
The Land you thirst for has loomed at the top of the mountain in Metopia for as long as you can remember. But for most of the year, it's covered in fog, it's color changing with each passing day as if it's a gargantuan mood ring. You begin your mornings staring at the fog, longing for the fateful evening when it will turn a golden yellow and then, finally, like a push-up brassiere, lift.
Oh, how you long for that moment, with bated fresh breath, I hope. For it signifies that luminescent eye will soon blaze in the sky, bathing the whole world in gold, touching everyone of it's inhabitants...including you.
But dahling, it is no ordinary golden light. Once it tickles you, you are suddenly...transported. You hear the softest of sighs or faintest of giggles in your ear, even if you're standing alone. The once-stale air around you becomes both sweet and tart, making you nose tingle and sending a charge of excitement through your brain. The finest silk, the softest velveteen, or the supplest suede will brush your skin, but whatever you thought was touching you is nowhere to be seen.
Basking in the light is such a naughty tease, like getting a single lick of the most delicious butter-pecan gelato you've ever tasted: it inflames your obsession, increasing your desire a hundredfold. You lust to go to this Land to become one of the only famous people in the world. You ache to be a 7Seven.
But very few ever get the chance.
Nevertheless, you and every young girl in the world vie for an opportunity on The Day of Discovery, which is grander than every global holiday combined. Making the delirium even more intense, the Land sends seven talismans called SMIZEs into the world. (What an arcane word! Who thought of such a thing?) These SMIZEs, which boost your odds of being chosen by ninety-one percent, are propelled through the world’s waterways. Naturally, the week before The Day of Discovery bathing, showering, pool use, and even sewer diving increase, threatening a drought. Chance meetings erupt into fisticuffs on occasion. Every girl wants to find a SMIZE, dahling.
But not nearly as much as you do.
You ignore the slim odds and disregard the warnings you’ve heard since birth, like how it’s easier to grow three inches in a month than it is to score a spot in the newest class of Bella’s. You turn a deaf ear to the cautionary tales whispered in your hometown and throughout Metopia: in dingy alleys and side streets of PitterPatter, during shift changes in Shivera, and on assembly lines of Peppertown factories. Like the rumor that the school often takes inhumane and irreversible disciplinary action. Or that certain “disposable” civilian girls are brought to the Land to be tortured and killed, used as human sacrifices for ungodly experimens and animalistic rituals.
It’s not true dahling... or is it.
Be careful for what you wish for dahling, because Modelland holds dark sinister secrets in the shadows.
Every girl wants to be there dahling. You and every young girl around the world, wants that dream-come-true moment. And you say to yourself. This is my year, but so does every other girl to and you say, They'll choose me for sure.
Every girl feels the same way...except one.
Nova Mclee
Are you ready? Modelland is waiting for you...
See you there girls!
LOVE MALMCD
know what fills you, spurs you on, fuels your dreams. You're obsessed with being chosen. Everyone is.
The Land you thirst for has loomed at the top of the mountain in Metopia for as long as you can remember. But for most of the year, it's covered in fog, it's color changing with each passing day as if it's a gargantuan mood ring. You begin your mornings staring at the fog, longing for the fateful evening when it will turn a golden yellow and then, finally, like a push-up brassiere, lift.
Oh, how you long for that moment, with bated fresh breath, I hope. For it signifies that luminescent eye will soon blaze in the sky, bathing the whole world in gold, touching everyone of it's inhabitants...including you.
But dahling, it is no ordinary golden light. Once it tickles you, you are suddenly...transported. You hear the softest of sighs or faintest of giggles in your ear, even if you're standing alone. The once-stale air around you becomes both sweet and tart, making you nose tingle and sending a charge of excitement through your brain. The finest silk, the softest velveteen, or the supplest suede will brush your skin, but whatever you thought was touching you is nowhere to be seen.
Basking in the light is such a naughty tease, like getting a single lick of the most delicious butter-pecan gelato you've ever tasted: it inflames your obsession, increasing your desire a hundredfold. You lust to go to this Land to become one of the only famous people in the world. You ache to be a 7Seven.
But very few ever get the chance.
Nevertheless, you and every young girl in the world vie for an opportunity on The Day of Discovery, which is grander than every global holiday combined. Making the delirium even more intense, the Land sends seven talismans called SMIZEs into the world. (What an arcane word! Who thought of such a thing?) These SMIZEs, which boost your odds of being chosen by ninety-one percent, are propelled through the world’s waterways. Naturally, the week before The Day of Discovery bathing, showering, pool use, and even sewer diving increase, threatening a drought. Chance meetings erupt into fisticuffs on occasion. Every girl wants to find a SMIZE, dahling.
But not nearly as much as you do.
You ignore the slim odds and disregard the warnings you’ve heard since birth, like how it’s easier to grow three inches in a month than it is to score a spot in the newest class of Bella’s. You turn a deaf ear to the cautionary tales whispered in your hometown and throughout Metopia: in dingy alleys and side streets of PitterPatter, during shift changes in Shivera, and on assembly lines of Peppertown factories. Like the rumor that the school often takes inhumane and irreversible disciplinary action. Or that certain “disposable” civilian girls are brought to the Land to be tortured and killed, used as human sacrifices for ungodly experimens and animalistic rituals.
It’s not true dahling... or is it.
Be careful for what you wish for dahling, because Modelland holds dark sinister secrets in the shadows.
Every girl wants to be there dahling. You and every young girl around the world, wants that dream-come-true moment. And you say to yourself. This is my year, but so does every other girl to and you say, They'll choose me for sure.
Every girl feels the same way...except one.
Nova Mclee
Are you ready? Modelland is waiting for you...
See you there girls!
LOVE MALMCD
she unloads his gun
She and he waits for this
he releases his love
In blue and green orbs
she gives him more and more
A million miles away
A million years girl
In a black woven chest
he digs his nails deep
She trusts in him for what he does
live in a house in the suburbs
He kisses the pain with blood and light
sleeping it off in the morning
A million miles away
A million years girl
In her world of his
she unloads his gun
In a world of his
she covers the sun
A million miles away
A million years
A million years girl
Well you see
I'm not myself anymore
Well you can see
What I've done
Blinded myself
Lost my direction
In this times
That are getting cold
In this moment
To behold
And shine
Here's a poem
For all the loved ones
Here's a grave
For all the dead
Here's the oxygen
For all the living
Here's a tissue
For tears that are shed
I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
By Myself
I'm gone now
I'm lost again
I'm lost
By myself
Well take your houses
Take your money
Take the things you don't need
Live the life
You've always wanted
And then burn the memories
Take the good times and the bad
Take the happy maybe the sad
And turn, turn yourself around
I'm lost in my own fairytale
Where I'm the winner
All over again
in my daydreams I've lost all hope
All ambition
Looking and losing an only friend
I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
By Myself
I'm gone now
I'm lost again
I'm lost
By myself
I'm lost
I'm here
I'm lost here
By myself
I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
By myself
By myself
I'm not myself anymore
Well you can see
What I've done
Blinded myself
Lost my direction
In this times
That are getting cold
In this moment
To behold
And shine
Here's a poem
For all the loved ones
Here's a grave
For all the dead
Here's the oxygen
For all the living
Here's a tissue
For tears that are shed
I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
By Myself
I'm gone now
I'm lost again
I'm lost
By myself
Well take your houses
Take your money
Take the things you don't need
Live the life
You've always wanted
And then burn the memories
Take the good times and the bad
Take the happy maybe the sad
And turn, turn yourself around
I'm lost in my own fairytale
Where I'm the winner
All over again
in my daydreams I've lost all hope
All ambition
Looking and losing an only friend
I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
By Myself
I'm gone now
I'm lost again
I'm lost
By myself
I'm lost
I'm here
I'm lost here
By myself
I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
By myself
By myself
An Angel
A Demon
A battle
Raging in
The night sky
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
The angel knelt down
On the cold winters ground
Spoke a soft prayer
Looked into the empty night air
Saw an image of himself
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
The demon summoned all his courage
And broke through the cage
He found no reason
He drew back his army
And walked to the angel in harmony
With a fanged smile
From the demon
A wicked gleam
From the angel
They made their truths
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
No battle
No challenge
Peace
Amongst two forces
Now bonded
Inseparable
A Demon
A battle
Raging in
The night sky
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
The angel knelt down
On the cold winters ground
Spoke a soft prayer
Looked into the empty night air
Saw an image of himself
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
The demon summoned all his courage
And broke through the cage
He found no reason
He drew back his army
And walked to the angel in harmony
With a fanged smile
From the demon
A wicked gleam
From the angel
They made their truths
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
No battle
No challenge
Peace
Amongst two forces
Now bonded
Inseparable