Aubrey…
carrie <3
saw boomerang doll at the
hillbilly ball
on plastic mattress sat a gal
all made of straw
she snapped like matchstix
and she spit out cracker drawl
all that she lacks is are the
bones to break her fall
I got your spine filled right in line
with your plastic skin refined
I saw thee emperess' dress and
in the past she passed as fine
old voodoo rag doll a pin up
on the wall
crystal ball glass eye are at
her beck & call
her smile sarcastic springs
wired to her jaw
on plastic mattress burned the gal all made of straw
[katastrophy wife]
http://hitmeonthehead.posterous.com/ • Ask me anything
Fontanellette
hillbilly ball
on plastic mattress sat a gal
all made of straw
she snapped like matchstix
and she spit out cracker drawl
all that she lacks is are the
bones to break her fall
I got your spine filled right in line
with your plastic skin refined
I saw thee emperess' dress and
in the past she passed as fine
old voodoo rag doll a pin up
on the wall
crystal ball glass eye are at
her beck & call
her smile sarcastic springs
wired to her jaw
on plastic mattress burned the gal all made of straw
[katastrophy wife]
http://hitmeonthehead.posterous.com/ • Ask me anything
Fontanellette
haven’t done enough this time
Don’t stop here - she said -don’t say that. A part of me is dead, numb just like a fallen limb, like what you left behind.
there’s a part of me that works just like a child;
there’s a part of me… that’s you.
perché cercare un senso alle cose quando le soddisfazioni superficiali possono fare di te una persona felice?
- on plastic mattress burned the gal all made of straw -
E tutte queste mie menate, l’angoscia, le ragazze nude sedute sui pianoforte, le occhiate libidinose e “oh ma io no, io sono puro e candido come un giglio e bevo solo latte di soia e scopo solo se ho un documento che certifichi l’amore altrui”, le frasi fatte da straight A, i tramonti che mi sono persa per te, il romanticismo appeso a promesse future troppo lontane per sembrare anche vagamente un impegno, i baci furtivi, le parole sporche e le scopate infedeli, tutto questo ora è dolorosamente INUTILE.
Se vivessimo negli anni sessanta nasconderesti le riviste porno sotto al letto.
E saresti così ridicolamente ubriaco da lasciarti prendere a calci dalla sottoscritta.
Spero vivamente che la tua giornata sia una merda.
Nineteen years ago today, L7 singer/guitarist Donita Sparks tossed her used Tampax into the crowd at the U.K.’s Reading Festival, yelling, “Eat my used tampon, fuckers!” Her former bandmate Jennifer Finch remembers this menstrual moment in rock history in this excerpt from Everybody Loves Our Town: An Oral History of Grunge:
“People were throwing mud at us when we were playing. Donita was like, ‘Fuck this!’ and went behind her amp and pulled out her tampon and threw it into the audience. It was hysterical. That’s something we used to do, growing up: drive around and pull our tampons out and throw them at people that made comments. It’s the ultimate kind of ‘fuck you.’ I always thought Donita was a bit of a reactionary, but thank God, she just expressed how angry and upset she was at that moment.”
Me too me too me too
E’ meravigliosa.
And we would go on as though nothing was wrong, and hide from these days we remained all alone. Staying in the same place, just staying out the time: touching from a distance, further all the time.
“Then in my bosom my heart wildly flutters,
And, when on thee I gaze never so little,
Bereft am I of all power of utterance,
My tongue is useless.”
— καὶ γαλαίσασ ἰμμερόεν τὸ δὴ ᾽μάν
καρδίαν ἐν στήθεσιν ἐπτόασεν,
ὠσ γὰρ εὔιδον βροχέωσ σε, φώνασ
οὐδὲν ἔτ᾽ ἔικει,
(2.II, Sappho)
(Source: , via fuckyeahlesbianliterature)
♥The change will do you good
I always knew it would
Sometimes I’m thinking that I love you
But I know it’s only lust
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour♥
(Gang of four)
