My friend Tara and I used to argue all the time about Will Oldham's lyrics. We’d sit on the floor in her room, playing a Palace Brothers CD over and over again, screaming at each other about whether Will Oldham wanted to “fuck a mountain with a woman of value, ” or “fuck a mountain with a woman of the valley. ” We debated over whether “the last one ( Read more... )

I remembered how, as a child, I felt quiet and withdrawn whenever I passed the brick building, how I focused my attention on the statue of the Virgin Mary above the front entrance. I remembered that my school friends made fun of me for this, asked what my problem was, and that I had no idea. My heart rate triples when I’m forced to hold hands with ( Read more... )

I love him - especially his poems.

Because my country has sold its soul to corporate power,
Because consumerism has become our new religion!

Lately I've been thinking a lot about the transformation I've been undergoing. Until I was seven, there were certain words I was not supposed to say. Although I regularly heard my parents muttering things like “bwiset,” “tanga,” and “bobo,” I understood that if I ever said any of the really bad words (“Putres,” and the horrendous P word) I could ( Read more... )

I have been pushed through the phases of Catholic family farming: baptism, Sunday school, first communion, and confession. I have come out on the other end mangled and dubious. I have issues and I listen to speed metal constantly.

Dating right now sounds about as appealing as learning how to swim with sharks. I'm just not up to the challenge.

I’m scared? I’m angry? I feel trapped? It's OK. I’m allowed to feel frightened and angry and helpless.

start to pay serious attention to the bodily sensations and get the police out of your head!!!!!!!!

SKREW UPS tonight at Mayrics!

there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt. there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt. there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt. there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt.