... Like a wildcat
Love this song by Dolly
and Mindy
and Jack and Meg
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Dilaudid
All the chickens come on home to roost
Plump bodies blotting out the sky
You know it breaks my heart in half
When I see them trying to see them fly
'Cuz you just can't do things your body wasn't meant to
Hike up your fishnets, I know you
Plump bodies blotting out the sky
You know it breaks my heart in half
When I see them trying to see them fly
'Cuz you just can't do things your body wasn't meant to
Hike up your fishnets, I know you
Friday, August 28, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
I would have never heard your lyin' tongue little girl
Fall On My Knees
Love = alot o' things
inlcuding:
Old Crow Medicine Show...
this song...
seeing them live
anorexic guitarist wearing suede leather with tassels
Fiddle player from Virgin ya.
crazy shaking knees banjo player, with eyes closed
Love = alot o' things
inlcuding:
Old Crow Medicine Show...
this song...
seeing them live
anorexic guitarist wearing suede leather with tassels
Fiddle player from Virgin ya.
crazy shaking knees banjo player, with eyes closed
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Lost in Rome
"All These Things I've Done" by The Killers
When I watch this video I think about:
- That night in Rome.
- The small TV: speaking really fast Italian I couldn't understand..hanging from the corner of the shack of a room my Brother, Sister and I stayed in for one terrible night.
- My brother sleeping on top of the covers, at the nasty Rome whore house.
"I am not sleeping under the sheets"
...while substituting layers of his sweaty clothes as a blankets.
(He doesn't where deodorant (ProChoice!) and is Always UnSure).
- My sister laying next to me sulking/missing her boyfriend.
- Me sprawled out on the Rome slut bed, next to my grumpy sister, crying about everything including:
- The really bad sandwich I had for dinner.
- The gypsies that were ready to pounce on my unassuming Mom and Dad the minute we stepped outside.
- Feeling infested, nasty, uncultured and caged in whore house.
- My Un-medicated Mom and Dad.
- The hours we had to stay in the Rome Police station because my Dad didn't have his passport. (and we were sleeping on the street if Rome police dept. didn't have pity on us)
- My Dad's explosive temper and display of a madman earlier that day at the crowded Bus Stop.
- Looking like lost American tourists.
- The day consisting of:
... For every 15 minutes of walking, there was 4 hours of sitting so my Dad could rest his torn ACL (to be continued...)
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Brandon Flowers and his shower scene cured my tears...
I laugh and laugh now
...most of the time
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