I'm sitting on my bed in an old Soul Asylum t-shirt, watching House, trying to figure out exactly what to write here.
Words, I'm good at. Words about myself, not so much.
So. Where to start...um...OK, there we go. I say "um" a lot. I've been told that I use
+ more bio informationAh, pajamas: they're comfy, they're soft, they keep you company all night long. Something that important deserves a bit of thought, don't you think? If you're buying pajamas for yourself or for a gift, it's important to keep in mind the personality of the person who's going to be wearing them.For the sporty type, the tomboy, ... More..
Kurt Cobain said it best himself: "I'm revered and hated..." You have to wonder if he realized how far-reaching that reverence and hate would become, especially after his death.Just a few years before his legendary rise and fall, Cobain was a janitor (when he worked), tagging along with iconic punk band The Melvins, and livin... More..
i have kissed the palm of death, devoured its madness, reached down into its guts and yanked out everything vile the years had digestedsorted through empty pill bottles, counting what wasn't there, bled ashy onto the dirty floorpulled my face close and breathed in every wasted stinking second, begged it down into my lungs and... More..
Everybody knows what a soccer mom is, right? You have the just-right haircut or a cute, perky ponytail, those pesky little gray hairs artfully covered with L'oreal Warm Chestnut; your closet is well-stocked with high-waisted jeans and fashionable velour tracksuits. You drive a minivan with a sticker on the back that reads "Mo... More..
funny how you walked like a martyr, sometimessuicide bomber you died for their causehead down and scarred up you bled out for nothinggiving yourself up to their blind distresses and selfish black chaoseyes open, you shone like the sun, only brighter(i think of you still when i hear that one line--your smile could make me snee... More..
It never ends.A simple thought, and true enough with a houseful of active, messy kids, but somehow on this rainy Tuesday, it seemed to carry more significance than it should. For a moment the pile of muddy socks, worn jeans and frilly pink skirts seemed overwhelming, frightening, as if it might topple and bury her under the w... More..
do you remember where you were, that day?...when the sky blew out and the world imploded and all the stupid people walked bywith insipid grins on their plaster facesor glued to their cell phones barking orders taking mental notes aboutnothingNOTHING matteredno one saw you standing on the sidewalk screamingno one heard you cry... More..
April Fox
asheville, North Carolina US
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