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I Need You to be Wicked

I need you to be wicked.
I’m trying to not like you,
The way I do.
I need you to be wicked.
I’m trying to not like you, 144 more words



I’m sure it’s trite, but there is a lingering sadness in my consciousness today. It’s impossible to sit comfortably in my skin.

I’m not convinced that this is the right way to be though. 127 more words


I guess I should've know by the way you parked your car sideways

… that it wouldn’t last.

I wish I had more time and energy to devote to this tonight. I wish I had his energy.

A lot of people have made the comparison to David Bowie today. 339 more words

Sad Stuff

More than Just Blue

Mum: “I just feel sorry for . You know how outdoorsy he always was, and now she won’t even let him leave the house! It’s no fun to be suddenly living with a crazy lady.” 2,599 more words

Letters To The Past

Rock n Roll, Dead on a Toilet

Last night’s post ended on Motley Crue – just as last year actually ended Motley Crue. For whatever reason, my fondness for the Crue has never paralleled my love for bands like Poison. 1,715 more words

Letters To The Past


No idea what I’m going to write about tonight.

No word back from the mortgage people yet. This week is the last one of our crazy four-night runs of big evening events (at least for a little while – just three nights in a row next week), so there may be sleep in the near future. 214 more words