Mine’s the voice you never want to hear :: Two tune Saturday

Angel of Death :: Honeyhoney “I’m the angel of death, babe, the end is near. Keep your hand on your chest, don’t let me whisper in your ear. It’s best to keep on walking.” The End Result (by me) The pages of who I am are torn, twisted, my favorite parts of this ripped out, taped to the wall, folded into the lining of books, of my bed sheets, moth-eaten and disintegrating, all of this that meant so much, gone. I look in the mirror, the image of myself is swaying, my eyes twirl, cross, I feel that lingering dizziness, … Continue reading Mine’s the voice you never want to hear :: Two tune Saturday

I never saw your innocence :: video of the day

Choose Drugs (live) :: Julianna Hatfield and Evan Dando You were the same boy in the green sweater, and me, well I was the same girl hiding behind her books and baggy clothing. Our eyes gave away our pasts, but we never let on who we had once been. We were too busy recreating ourselves, painting over our damaged canvases. The paint was cracked, yours, more than mine, at the time (though mine would catch up soon enough). I never realized how much pain you were trying to lose, I clung to tight to the romanticized notions of a girl … Continue reading I never saw your innocence :: video of the day

In the shape of a girl :: song of the day

Keep Art Alive :: “Net” :: Art by Kelly Vivanco My voice sounded like a strangers, stronger, echoing back at me in surprise. I left my cape in the back stairs dumpster, linked arms with the two of them, and we lit our little elements afire, rubbing our collective sticks together, jumping atop the bleachers and hiding in the alcoves of the theater. The stage became a place of magic, of witchcraft, of masquerade masks and illusions. I found such strength in make-believe. I leapt from the stage, screaming, howling, spinning. I had no past in these new walkways. It … Continue reading In the shape of a girl :: song of the day