February 2011
The Mountain Goats The Best Ever Death Metal Band in Denton
EVERYTHING IS SHIT BECAUSE YOU MAKE IT SO. YOU’RE FUCKING UP YOUR LIFE BECAUSE YOU CAN’T LET GO. NO HOPE BEHIND THESE EYES, NO LOVE OR REMORSE. THIS IS THE LIKE YOU CHOSE NOT LET IT RUN ITS COURSE.
with the threads on my hub torn I have to do some conscious riding. I’m really just trying to get my wheel rebuilt or else I’ll lose my shit from riding like a wimp.
All I want right now is a nice sandwich and for this side stitch to go away.
I still only know the first few measures of la valse d’amelie on my accordion. I’m so intent on figuring the song out though
Best Friends Forever- Tour Magic
all I want.
Marilyn Monroe took all her sleeping pills
to bed when she was thirty-six, and Marlon Brando’s daughter
hung in the Tahitian bedroom
of her mother’s house,
while Stanley Adams shot himself in the head. Sometimes
you can look at the clouds or the trees
and they look nothing like clouds or trees or the sky or the ground.
The performance artist Kathy Change
set herself on fire while Bing Crosby’s sons shot themselves
out of the music industry forever.
I sometimes wonder about the inner lives of polar bears. The French
philosopher Gilles Deleuze jumped
from an apartment window into the world
and then out of it. Peg Entwistle, an actress with no lead
roles, leaped off the “H” in the HOLLYWOOD sign
when everything looked black and white
and David O. Selznick was king, circa 1932. Ernest Hemingway
put a shotgun to his head in Ketchum, Idaho
while his granddaughter, a model and actress, climbed the family tree
and overdosed on phenobarbital. My brother opened
thirteen fentanyl patches and stuck them on his body
until it wasn’t his body anymore. I like
the way geese sound above the river. I like
the little soaps you find in hotel bathrooms because they’re beautiful.
Sarah Kane hanged herself, Harold Pinter
brought her roses when she was still alive,
and Louis Lingg, the German anarchist, lit a cap of dynamite
in his own mouth
though it took six hours for him
to die, 1887. Ludwig II of Bavaria drowned
and so did Hart Crane, John Berryman, and Virginia Woolf. If you are
travelling, you should always bring a book to read, especially
on a train. Andrew Martinez, the nude activist, died
in prison, naked, a bag
around his head, while in 1815 the Polish aristocrat and writer
Jan Potocki shot himself with a silver bullet.
Sara Teasdale swallowed a bottle of blues
after drawing a hot bath,
in which dozens of Roman senators opened their veins beneath the water.
Larry Walters became famous
for flying in a Sears patio chair and forty-five helium-filled
weather balloons. He reached an altitude of 16,000 feet
and then he landed. He was a man who flew.
He shot himself in the heart. In the morning I get out of bed, I brush
my teeth, I wash my face, I get dressed in the clothes I like best.
I want to be good to myself.
Comadre- Ten things - Paul Baribeau
Aus-Rotten - The Second Rape
Every 45 seconds a woman is raped
Our sexist culture allows no escape
The is violent crime is far from obscurity
When the rate of victims is one in three
Society conditions men to be rapists
And our indifference perpetuates it
With derogatory language that tends to dehumanize
Making it easier for men to victimize
And the pornographic images that help portray
Women as legitimate sexual prey
When sexism is embedded in our judicial system
It’s no surprise why the courts won’t listen
And the role of attacker and survivor become distorted
So the majority of rapes are never reported
The threat of rape is always there
It’s like a poison that saturates the air
A society stricken by a cancerous disease
Where men know they can do as they please
You tell me the punishment for rape
You tell me how much jail time it will take
When one out of three women will be raped
You tell me what it’s going to fucking takeDo you see me in my low cut shirt
Or high heeled shoes or a miniskirt
Woman is the victim you desire
You say you can’t resist your predatory fire
You tell me why I stand guilty and accused
You tell me when I’m beaten an abused
When it’s my body that’s been raped and defiled
You tell me why I’m the one on trialDefense attorney: Do you know the man who “allegedly” attacked you?
Victim: Yes I know the man who raped me.
Defense attorney: And isn’t this man a friend of yours?
Victim: Well I thought he was a friend of mine.
Defense attorney: And were you drinking that night he ‘allegedly” attacked you?
Victim: I had a drink or two but is that a crime?
Defense attorney: I’ll ask the questions if you don’t mind!
-What were you wearing,. how did you act?
Victim: My wardrobe isn’t an invitation for some guy to attack!
I didn’t act in any way to bring this on. Why am I on trail? What did I do wrong?
Defense attorney: Could you tell the jury why you let this happen?
Victim: I was in shock. I couldn’t stop him.
Defense attorney?: You claim that you were raped but how do we know?
Victim: I said no, I said no, I said no, no, no!
Defense attorney: Isn’t it true you’re just a woman scorned?
Victim: I’m a woman who’s been raped and torn.
Defense attorney: Your honor, I demand that this case be dismissed,
it all comes down to her word against his!I may not have bruises all over my body
I may have been drinking at the party
But when I went to his room I never would have guessed
That he would force my no to mean a yes
You tell me why I’m guilty of this crime
You tell me why the responsibility is mine
When women suffer a second rape during trial
Courts help rapists to violate and defile
I wanna be high, Jellyroll Rockheads
cocorosie - werewolf
in a dream, my father came to me
and made me swear that i’d keep what’s sacred to me
and if i get the choice, to live in his name
i’ll pray my way through the rain singing oh, happy dayi don’t mean to close the door, but for the record, my heart is sore
you blew through me like bullet holes, left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul
you left me broke down begging for change,
had to catch a ride with a man who’s deranged
he had your hands, and my father’s face
another western vampire same time same place
i have dreams that bring me sadness, rain much deeper than a river
sorrow flow through me, tiny waves of shivers
corny movies make me reminisce,
they break me down easy on this generic love shit:
first kiss, frog and princessthis has been my go-to “i’m sad as fuck” song for a long time now.
if that lets yoou sleep at night. I know you won’t be decapitating me with no kowalski clutch, that’s for sure
Joyce Manor - “Five Beer Plan”
so good
oh no way~! I remember you. Class of ‘84? You killed that guy in the freak wrestling accident right?
The amount of elitism I see from the folks I follow is just lousy. Guess what? I like hockey more than I like Bukowski. I think Dane Cook is hilarious. I still like Four Year Strong, and I am not above laughing at poop jokes. I totally suck. Do you?
still pick my nose and rock the fuck out to sum 41. Losers rule
the bike formal, paul baribeau playing at lavaspace, the warmest part of the day and not being wasted at 5 a.m
I was enslaved by my work but if you saw two girls drinking a big bottle of wine those were my lady friends
Stop being so sad all the time. Fucking get happy.
you are such a creep
Aesop Rock - 1,000 Deaths