my boss said he only talks to women he wants to fuck.

[xmellomagicx]

War Child by the cranberries (who i listened to in 7th grade when contempo was still a store in esplanade and you could still find and buy smashing pumpkins posters- i still had bad acne and no sex drive and i didnt know what a lesbian was and i read go ask alice cos i thought drugs were cool. i had a nazi skater boyf only to prove to tiffany that a boy could like me. we broke up after a month cos he wanted tiffany instead; she had bigger boobs. i wore alot of dr.seuss wear and i wrote really bad, stupid poetry in my closet with candles burning on a plastic table i got when i was 6. i smoked rolled up looseleaf paper with tiffany and walked around the neighborhood barefoot- i would purposely scowl at everyone and i made it a point to be as weird as possible- my mom called it " an awkward ugly stage ". she is obviously still going through it. )

Who will save the War Child baby?
Who controls the keys?
The web we weave is thick and sordid.
Fine by me.

At times of war.
We're all the losers,
There's no victory.
We'll shoot to kill, and kill your lover.
Fine by me.

War Child
Victim of political Pride.
Plant the seed, territorial Greed.
Mind, the War Child.
We should mind, the War Child.

I spent last winter in New York,
And came upon a man.
He was sleeping on the streets and homeless,
He said, "I fought in Vietnam."

Beneath his shirt he wore the mark,
He bore the mark of Pride.
A two-inch deep incision carved,
Into his side.

Whose the loser now, eh?
We're all the losers now.