Addiction
A break in the transmission: My last word on pregnancy and heroin addiction
This is not going to be my usual m.o. This is not going to be me WRITING for the sake of it, or for the words, or for the documentation of the dying and the days of the City I love. This is not going to be neat or tidy. I will not bother to […]
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Soko: Temporary Mood Swings and Confessional Relationship Vampires
I like Soko, she ranges from Gallic manic-depresso-girl-punk with Nico-esque deep drone vocals al the way to alt-folk with an electro edge, and a deep soulful command of lyrics and melody. The accent doesn’t hurt her charm either. The last time I had an electric guitar in my hands and a headful of booze and […]
MoreMy Current State of Being and Past Lives
Let’s make this clear – I am scum. I am so scummy that there is no redemption for me. That doesn’t mean I am not a devoted mother. I am absolutely devoted, totally loving and I have done my absolute best over the years, despite being faced by huge obstacles and no to little support […]
MoreIN THE SAME VEIN (trigger warning: drugs, sharp things, no sex. A little rock and roll)
I’m needing to cut loose, to borrow a telecaster, plug it in, turn it up and thump out a kicking cover of Lorraine. “She got straight, she understand, aw she wanna die, but now she got plans, she wanna live, she wanna start her band…Go Lorraine!” Jim wrote the ultimate speedball song, she took that […]
MoreDon’t it make ya feel sick? (Trigger warning: discussion of drug use)
Oh baby, I’m sick of you! Lou’s boogie woogie roars out of the speakers, as he peddles sarcasm and laconic coolness, Baby, bye bye! It would have struck me as amusing if I could have found the strength or interest, instead I lifted my eyes off the floor and tried to fix my jittering eyeballs […]
MoreStrange incense and burnt offerings
In my evening phone call to the outer-limits, dialing into disaster somewhere on the road with my favorite death-partier and sometime partner in destruction, I got accused. I was accused, fairly or not, of pretending that I was better than him. That I was a fake, pretending that I’m not the trash that I clearly […]
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