Snow White: The Heroin Addict: The Truth Behind the Lies...(SNolasco)

Snow White: The Heroin Addict: The Truth Behind the Lies...(SNolasco)

I'm tired of these corsets wrapped around my wrist-shaped waists. I'm tired of having my blood dripped from my nose and defame my ivory Swedish dress. I'm definetely sick of this damn crown on my head, showing off nothing, but a sign of belonging to another of higher status. My mouth, closed shut to the world, can never speak of what I feel. Those brothers Grimm know shit about me. Fairy tales they call it? Hah! Very funny...

My life is just another alley park gossip. Heh, yeah, the alley...Well, I'm just another junkie with another story to tell....

Snow White: The Heroin Addict: The Truth Behind the Lies...

My mother, yep the heroin addict. The townspeople told her not to screw someone while high, but that's exactly what she did. Hey, that's how I came into this miserable area. She always spoke to herself, so eventually she was locked up inside the insane asylum for the rich. Yeah, my mother was rich, but don't ask why. Ask the crack. She was able to obtain a rustly needle and pierce it against her veins, which flowed like the seas in her arms. Not giving a damn about the blood dripping (and who does anyway?) she yelled out on the window, saying how her child would be just like her:

"My child will be whiter than snow
Lips red as my blood
And hair, more black than the frame on this window."

Being such a comedian, I was named Snow White. Sure, the kids made fun of me for being so freakin pale, but I wouldn't dare tell them who my mother was. I tried asking my mother questions about live and philosophy, but she was too busy shooting up and speaking to her friend, the mirror. Now, I know my mother sounds like a total maniac, but she was my mother and a druggie as well. Who was I to questioned? Plus, it was the mirror, who saw beauty that was cracked by brittle features. Somehow, it was that mirror, who somehow spoke to her, saying:

"You, my queen, are fair; it is true.
But Little Snow-White is still
A thousand times fairer than you."

I never understood this, but my mother despised her own words. She hated me from that very moment and I didn't understand why. I mean, I did everything around the house because all the money was going to her nose! Yet, I let her speak to a mirror of all things, and somehow it spoke to her! Next thing I knew, my face was covered with maroon bruises, which created a midnight hue. Being too embarassed to attend class, I stayed home and did everything to take care of the house....Yeah....It wasn't a week later, when she was off "making love" to some unknown hunter. He promise to provide the biggest ganja tree to her, and she had to repay him. I tried to cover my ears....but damn....I still heard her screaming. I also heard her whisper:

"Take Snow-White out into the woods to a remote spot, and stab her to death. As proof that she is dead bring her lungs and her liver back to me. I shall cook them with salt and eat them."

My mother must have been high, or she never would have turned cannibal. I mean, she loved exotic meals, but her own child. Being too afraid, I dropped all the plates I was washing and ran to the woods. The sounds of footsteps followed and I ran faster and faster. My lungs were burning, my sweat was pouring, and BOOM, I smashed against a tree, which knocked me to the floor. The estrained lover took his Celtic cross dagger and aimed it at my heart! I screamed in horror and I suddently bursted into tears. His eyes fell to my breasts and felt pity to kill such a specimen that could have been a future Playboy model. He let me go, pleading not to return home. I hestitated, and ran deeped into the woods, reaching no direction. He shouted behind:

"It doesn't matter whether I kill you or not,
the wild boars will!"

Damn, I hate this freakin European country! So many forests, I mean HELLO! This isn't Canada, you know. Well, anyways, I think was hurt even more was running without shoes. I mean, damn! Over twelve pebbles snucked their way into my feet and leaches feasted on my ankles. My dress was torned from the branches, and my hair was tossed about. I found an abandoned house, where I decided to reside, until further notice. I went inside, and to my amazement, over twenty bottles of clear liquid was set up in a row uponed the spider-infested table. Along was a row of needles, which looked ready for injection. Curious, I touched the needle, and surely, it pricked my lil finger. I always saw my mother doing something similar, so why not try it? I took the needle and placed it against the bottle,where the liquid was collected. I placed a tight rope around my arm, making shades of burgundy come to life. I tapped the needle lightly and pressed it deeply within my arm...... Do I remember what occur those moments? Yes, I do. It was seven days, my friend. Seven days exploring the world of this miracle juice, which erase my past and emptied my future. Hey, I even made a journal on it!

DAY1
DOPEY

Yo....yeah how you doin? Oooh baby you lookin fiiiiiiinnnnneeeee....dammit.....so when's the next stop to Walt Disney....toto, I don't think we ain't in Kansas no more....

DAY2
BASHFUL

Aww, I can't believe I have company. Oh, don't look at my flushed face, I'm just so happy to see you! (Laughs overly too much) You're so funny. Oops, my makeup is dying. Gotta get more of the stash. You just sit here my little notebook and I'll be back!

DAY3
SNEEZY

AAAA--AAAA---AAAA-CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! i'M ALL....ALLL...ALLLER......GICHOOOO TOO....OOOO..AAAA.POWW....DER....CCCCCCHHHOOOOO!

DAY4
SLEEPY

Oooy....I'm so sleepy....(yawns a little bit tomorrow) Naptime. (Closes eyes and snores)

DAY5
GRUMPY YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER, NOW I KNOW YOU STOLE MY FUCKIN STASH. FUCK OFF AND DON'T TOUCH MY SHIT AGAIN!

DAY6
HAPPY

Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy jo Happy Happ Happy happy joy joy y h Happy happy joy joy Happy happy joy joy appy joy joy happy joy joy

DAY7
DOC

Becuz I got high, becuz I got high, becuz I got hiiiiiggghhhhh ladadalalalalala.....

So as you can see, that crystal clear liquid did hit the spot. Never in my dreams have I felt such intensity, such victorious power, such amazement, such a wonderful, glorious...ugh, what am I saying! This is the reason why my mother talks to mirrors! Oh my precious God, it's been seven days and I haven't got back home yet!

I was about to rush home, when someone knocked on the door. Being terrified that the owner may have found a new roommate, I opened the door quietly. It was merely a peddler. She showed off beautiful laces made of pure gold, imported from Paris, France. I was tempted to buy, but I had no money. I was about to trade when she offter to place the laces on my body and tried them on. I agreed, and tied a raspberry lace around my neck. I screamed in horror, gasping for air. I threw myself against the wall. Tears flowed from my face....

DAY1
DOPEY

Yo....yeah how you doin? Oooh baby you lookin fiiiiiiinnnnneeeee....dammit.....so when's the next stop to Walt Disney....toto, I don't think we ain't in Kansas no more....

DAY2
BASHFUL

DAY3
SNEEZY

AAAA--AAAA---AAAA-CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! i'M ALL....ALLL...ALLLER......GICHOOOO TOO....OOOO..AAAA.POWW....DER....CCCCCCHHHOOOOO!

DAY4
SLEEPY

Oooy....I'm so sleepy....(yawns a little bit tomorrow) Naptime. (Closes eyes and snores)

DAY5
GRUMPY YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER, NOW I KNOW YOU STOLE MY FUCKIN STASH. FUCK OFF AND DON'T TOUCH MY SHIT AGAIN!

DAY6
HAPPY

DAY7
DOC

Becuz I got high, becuz I got high, becuz I got hiiiiiggghhhhh ladadalalalalala.....

I don't know what occur. If only my memory existed. I was about to rush home, when someone knocked on the door. Being terrified that the owner may have found a new roommate, I opened the door quietly. It was merely a merchant. She showed off ivory combs made of golden white gold, imported from Paris, France. I wasn't suppose to open the door, but how can I resist? I was tempted to buy, but I had no money. I was about to trade when she offter to brush my hair with it. I agreed, and she gently combed my raven locks. My head begin to spin, and I choked in my own blood. I screamed in horror, gasping for air. I threw myself against the wall. Tears flowed from my face....

DAY1
DOPEY

Yo....yeah how you doin? Oooh baby you lookin fiiiiiiinnnnneeeee....dammit.....so when's the next stop to Walt Disney....toto, I don't think we ain't in Kansas no more....

DAY2
BASHFUL

DAY3
SNEEZY

AAAA--AAAA---AAAA-CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! i'M ALL....ALLL...ALLLER......GICHOOOO TOO....OOOO..AAAA.POWW....DER....CCCCCCHHHOOOOO!

DAY4
SLEEPY

Oooy....I'm so sleepy....(yawns a little bit tomorrow) Naptime. (Closes eyes and snores)

DAY5
GRUMPY YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER, NOW I KNOW YOU STOLE MY FUCKIN STASH. FUCK OFF AND DON'T TOUCH MY SHIT AGAIN!

DAY6
HAPPY

DAY7
DOC

Becuz I got high, becuz I got high, becuz I got hiiiiiggghhhhh ladadalalalalala.....

Ok, I promise not to open the door. Screw the French with their enchanting gifts. Plus, how come the seller looks the same? I was about to rush home, when someone knocked on the door. Being terrified that the owner may have found a new roommate, I opened the door quietly. It was merely an old widow. She showed off ruby-red, emerald-green, and sunrise-yellow apples, which contained creamy skin on the inside. Yes, they were imported from Paris, France. I wasn't suppose to open the door, but how can I resist? I was tempted to buy, but I had no money. I was about to trade when she offter to place the laces on my body and tried them on. I agreed, and she gently sliced an apple, with yin-yang features. I placed the sweet, delicate fruit in my mouth. My head begin to spin, and I choked in my own blood. I screamed in horror, gasping for air. I threw myself against the wall. Tears flowed from my face....

Dearly beloved. We are gathered here for the death of Snow White. Another lost soul who shall return to God. May she rest in peace.

The piece of fruit tickled against my throat, and crisp air entered my nostrils. I opened my eyes and there stood a young man, a rather charming reflection of James Dean. I always had a thing for bad boys. Heck, I didn't even know him and already we made plans for marriage the next day. Hey, I wasn't going to be like my cousin Cinderella, who played hard to get with her lover, nor my step-sister "Sleeping Beauty" who actually slepted her way into obtaining a man. Nope, I had an intention for my mother. I wanted her to pay.
So, as the story goes:

"Their wedding was set for the next day, and Snow-White's godless mother was invited as well. That morning she stepped before the mirror and said:

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who in this land is fairest of all?
The mirror answered:
You, my queen, are fair; it is true.
But the young queen
Is a thousand times fairer than you.

She was horrified to hear this, and so overtaken with fear that she could not say anything. Still, her jealousy drove her to go to the wedding and see the young queen. When she arrived she saw that it was Snow-White. Then they put a pair of iron shoes into the fire until they glowed, and she had to put them on and dance in them. Her feet were terribly burned, and she could not stop until she had danced herself to death."

My mother is now dead. Do I visit her grave? Never did, never will. Do I yearn for her? Yes, I desire to have the love a daughther should have? Do I miss her? I think she loved that mirror more than me. Well, there's only one way to be closer to my mother...

DAY1
DOPEY

Yo....yeah how you doin? Oooh baby you lookin fiiiiiiinnnnneeeee....dammit.....so when's the next stop to Walt Disney....toto, I don't think we ain't in Kansas no more....

DAY2
BASHFUL

DAY3
SNEEZY

AAAA--AAAA---AAAA-CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! i'M ALL....ALLL...ALLLER......GICHOOOO TOO....OOOO..AAAA.POWW....DER....CCCCCCHHHOOOOO!

DAY4
SLEEPY

Oooy....I'm so sleepy....(yawns a little bit tomorrow) Naptime. (Closes eyes and snores)

DAY5
GRUMPY YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER, NOW I KNOW YOU STOLE MY FUCKIN STASH. FUCK OFF AND DON'T TOUCH MY SHIT AGAIN!

DAY6
HAPPY

DAY7
DOC

Becuz I got high, becuz I got high, becuz I got hiiiiiggghhhhh ladadalalalalala.....

If living a fairy tale life means living off of Tinkerbell's fairy dust, then my life my be a fairy tale!