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.
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 take
Do 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 trial
Defense 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
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 day
i 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 princess
this has been my go-to “i’m sad as fuck” song for a long time now.
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