Let someone bang her champagne glass with the pretty cutlery your in-laws gifted you. Or bang your own.
a lynch mob. a defense mob. a gunshot. hate. a gunshot. hate. a deputizing of hundreds.
there is a confluence influenced apparently by a fluidity of music.
Be humble. Do not be a dick. Do this for the sake of your soul but also for the sake of your career.
I gave you a chance. How many notes did I leave, before you pushed me to this?
I have a blind date with destiny:/ no doubt I won’t be recognized.
The question I asked/ every time I tried the online Tarot reading site,/ hoping again and again for some ancient truth/ to blow up like a billboard in living color...
John Lennon tells me these things, and it’s possible that John is the devil. I can tell by the way he stares out so intently from the poster.
She reminds me of my Italian cousins. Square brick houses on tight suburban streets with Madonnas-in-bathtubs on front lawns.
Still, somehow, each time I boarded,/ the jetway seemed a partition in which/ I could change in and out of my skin at will