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Monique Alexander 
2009-11-08 - extension: rar - size: 102 MB
Monique Alexander
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Tulips Around His Cock (2009)
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Dublin Fair - Paddy and Jock One more song from Dublin Fair :)
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Lyrics:
Paddy and Jock
Paddy drew dole in London
With Jock from Glasgow town
Still fighting for a future
From a squat in Brixton town
Oul Jack was feeling restless
Being tired of fucked around
A Paddy me mate I've had enough
Lets split this stinking hole
Well they wired a car in Chelsea
And chrashed outside Witham
Got a lift from a good old German guy
On his way to Amsterdam
Bought a one way ticket to nowhere
They left it all behind
With whiskey and gin from the duty free
You could hear those banshees howl
Paddy and Jock had a rare old time
A smoking dope and drinking wine
With the hair of a dog lost track of time
And forgot about their sorrows
And the changes were amazing
When they finally crawled ashore
There were the tulips growing left and right
And windmills by the score
Oul Jack he found a coffee shop
And much to his surprise
For he fell in love with a tough fräulein
Who walked it nine to five
The jobs were all a plenty
And Paddy did his time
Bashing asbest in some engine room
For a four and twenty five
Oul Jack he made it cushy
Filled his pocket full of dope
Sold camel shit to the John Bull cunts
Just to hear those bastards choke
Paddy headed for the northern lights
For a lovers rendezvous
Jock was taking A and H
To supress his scottish blues
Must have thought he was an eagle
When he climbed up on the roof
Six storeys high to the oul ground floor
It took him one point two (Less)
Ms. Vanity Lost Her Sanity I want my viewing to be doleful. Rivers of tears will trickle down the cheeks of the global (More) I want my viewing to be doleful. Rivers of tears will trickle down the cheeks of the global population. Sorrow should permeate the air and loud wails will be heard echoing throughout a golden, colossal mausoleum, which is to be built in my honor. Yes, I should very much like to be buried in a place of such grandeur, surrounded by truly heartfelt moans, groans and bleats!
My corporeal form shall be encased in a thick, mahogany coffin. The bedding upon which I shall lie must be satin, scarlet in color, and entirely wrinkle-free. Silk would be the only other acceptable alternative. Velvet would never do nor even the purest Egyptian cotton. Fleece and wool are too thick and far too bulky. I must have only the most delicate and luxurious of fabrics. Silk and satin have that special luster and carry a sense of nobility I seek to convey.
The dark and eerie songs from the musical, Sweeney Todd will be set on "repeat" and play in the background. "Epiphany" will be my funeral's theme song. I expect Johnny Depp to sing it several times throughout the course of the evening. After he has exhausted his voice, he may then oblige himself to plant a kiss of "farewell" upon my cold, naked, and lifeless hand. It must be on my right hand though; my left hand shall be reserved for the lips of family and other lesser creatures-I mean...admirers.
There must be millions of flowers and bouquets laid outside of the mausoleum. I do not want to see any daisies, tulips, poppies nor pansies. Those are all quite commonplace garden flowers-the cousins of weeds! I want orchids, roses, lilies, and lilacs! They should be arranged in a tastefully, elegant fashion too and replaced no less than once every month after I have finally been laid to rest.
Assuredly, someone will hire a professional cosmetologist to fix my make-up. I would like lips flushed with a slight, warm tint of pink and a flawless, pale facial complexion. My eyebrows will need to be meticulously plucked and my cuticles scraped back. I would also like a close shave, a removal of any and all stray or unsightly hairs that might be found on my decaying body. Now that I think about it, perfume would be a nice touch-citrus. It might not mask the repulsive stench in its entirety, but what could it hurt? My blonde hair must be slightly crimped, properly washed, conditioned, and spread out in an orbital fashion around my head, giving me the appearance of an ethereal goddess.
I will wear an elegantly eccentric dress. I imagine it to be a combination of both Victorian and gothic styles. One of my dear friends will be required to enlist the help of Helena Bonham Carter when selecting my eternal gown. She must choose a stunning piece-the likes of which Mrs. Lovett would wear. In terms of jewelry, I wish only to have an ornate cross necklace draped around my neck. Modesty always was one of my strongest virtues. The necklace should match the dress in some way and have genuine rubies encrusted-rubies that look as if they themselves are shedding tears of blood. It is important to leave this world with a countenance of a life evidently well-lived, not squandered. Plus, what better way to leave a testimony of my Christian faith than with such a gaudy; yet, endearing trinket? After all, I would hate to be remembered as superficial or vainglorious.
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Note: I am nothing like the girl I portray in this video nor the girl I portray in the above description. This video is solely meant to poke fun at conceit. (Less)
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