Nina Simone lends her songs to morosity, really-- even Young, Gifted and Black is generating sad, wistful musings.

I don't think I can breathe unless the hot air has circulated through the empty vat that is my skull. My heart is a shit baloon.

Oh, to love..

I don't like to get high at work because I'm not existing on my own terms. I just forget what I'm talking about and fax things upside down.

The word upside down is so logical.

So ever wonder what that yellow filmy stuff is that comes out of your throat after you've dry heaved like ten consecutive times? It looks like egg yoke but its probably bile.

I' ( Read more... )

mama, speech is no deliverance
in the absence of mercy
when the end of deed's for sale 
to done in minstrels
sicka talking my chronicle
so they sing
with steel string and harp
until the reverberation
slides the ground from my feet
and i'm right confounded
sent elsewhere
to make it with a new daddy
found among pilgrims in train stations
and crooked desert trees
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mama, speech is no deliverance
in the absence of mercy
when the end of deed's for sale 
to done in minstrels
sicka talking my chronicle
so they sing
with steel string and harp
until the reverberation
slides the ground from my feet
and i'm right confounded
sent elsewhere
to make it with a new daddy
found among pilgrims in train stations
and crooked desert trees
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All women, consciously or otherwise, exhibit manipulative and conniving qualities.
I am a woman.
 .
.  . I exhibit manipulative and conniving qualities.

Self awareness = responsibility.

fucking gay.

the mink vagabond lugs sour apple remedies ( Read more... )

It is dangerous to assume that the general public executes art in an inspired fashion; when one finds themselves in the position of being the paint lackey of a great many housewives then the appointed chore is a mere travesty. I work in burlesque, a gross caricature of the creation of art. To hell with the grapes, the lighthouses, the biblical ( Read more... )

I'm wearing polyester, watching Good Times and in between commercials listening to an ABBA record. Fuck yea.

I lifted up my shirt and starting whooping like an injun at my sister.

I need to get serious.

Little vapid camel toe gabs about daddy ( Read more... )

I'm going to use this list for reference as well as print it out as means of a most excellent Christmas list ( Read more... )