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Snapping comes from another galaxy. #Shade the Gospel According to #MissRoj from #theColoredMuseum #ActorLife #Theatre #Actor #ActorsPlayground #Monolodge #ArtIsLife (at Taj Restaurant & Lounge)

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More of the Gospel According to #MissRoj from #theColoredMuseum #ActorLife #Theatre #Actor #ActorsPlayground #Monolodge #ArtIsLife This is what I love doing just being an unapologetic artist. You gotta do what you love and LOVE WHAT YOU DO (at Taj Restaurant & Lounge)

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Last night at #Monolodge I performed the Gospel According to #MissRoj from #theColoredMuseum #ActorLife #Theatre #Actor #ActorsPlayground thank u @fashionenigma for being my camera man and thank u @ms.kwils for coming (at Taj Restaurant & Lounge)

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Gamzee's Monolodge "Regret"

         He stands alone, peering into the vast lake of his former hive. To be home again after what seemed like an entire sweep. Taking off his headgear, and brushes his hair back to its' normal messy look. Cleaning the colored blood from his hands in the water, he sighs and aimlessly stares into the night sky. "What am I.." He spoke softly to himself, the shore silently coming in and out, "I was once a fool, a clown that was messed up. A motherfucker in need some escape; lost and confused within my own motherfucking think pan.. They all fucking laughed at me, they all simply wanted to see some idiot do their motherfucking job, but then again.. They saw me as their friend.." Gazing upon the dry blood on his hands: green, blue, teal, etc. he had killed or nearly killed so many in his path of total chaos. "What have I done, do I really want to be like this motherfucking killer, everyone's blood on my motherfucking hands." Purple tears can be felt, slowly making its way down his face, "What the fuck happen to good 'ol Gamzee Makara, what ever happen to the troll who was motherfucking loved and at least enjoyed." Wiping the tears from his eyes, he looked at the water, "To be... or not to be, that is the real motherfucking question.. Ether to die as something or live like a motherfucking coward.. I used to have friends, I used to be loved... I used to have a best friend who actually cared about me.." Gripping the sand and growling a little, "If I am to die, I hope it is motherfucking Karkat to fucking kill me. I'm done kill everyone. Let it be his motherfucking hands to kill me; I know I will fight back in total silence but I also know to fight back to let him finally motherfucking.. kill... me.."

      "I regret everything I have done, who the fuck am I anymore. I almost killed every motherfucker who once knew me as the good ol' motherfucking Gamzee. Who the fuck am I to understand who I am anymore, yet do they motherfucking understand that I was sick and I was going to break; broken and disfigured in the think pan." He looked at the sky, "I hope I motherfucking die soon, I don't want to live anymore I rather die now so that when I get to the dead world, I can tell my motherfucking friends that I am sorry... I know they won't forgive me, after the fucking killings, hell.. They'll treat me like fish breath." Standing up, he turns around to go back to doing what he was born to do: kill. Though he turns back at the water and sighs, "Motherfuckers, don't worry, one day, your good ol' Gamzee will be there soon and we can all be motherfucking brothers and sisters like we always suppose to be.."