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And Now I’m A Fucking Midget
I’m sad to say that Pico is gone, as you might have predicted. Life seemed so miserable for him. I will blame myself for making the call, because I don’t know how long he would have lasted, despite the chronic … Continue reading
The Solace Of The World’s Ugliest Jeans
I’m watching the life feed from Ferguson tonight, like I did last night. Ebola is “vastly” worse than reported. tribal slaughter in Iraq and Syria, Israel vs Gaza, Nigeria kidnappings, drones on Yemen, Robin Williams. Let us look to these … Continue reading
Peaches, Grief, Guilt and Restraining Orders
As I write this, we still don’t know what caused the death of poor Peaches Geldof but we are human, most of us, so we feel the tragedy. For me, it was yet another trigger, a blast of PTSD, complete … Continue reading
Death by Scarf
I am now officially obsessed with death by scarf, following the news about L’Wren Scott. I didn’t want to believe that this really happens but as it turns out, hanging is the most effective method of suicide. Better than jumping … Continue reading
Chris Christie: What a Fucking Cunt!™
You know, I actually have mixed feelings about Chris Christie. On the one hand, he is a total cunt and a shameless lying pig who needs to go to jail. On the other hand, the daily tidbits about his … Continue reading
Posted in grief, Horrible Stuff, News, revenge
Tagged addiction, Chris Christie, fucking cunts, politics
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Charlotte’s Web
Recently, some words from ‘Charlotte’s Web‘ surfaced from my unconscious. (If you’ve never read Charlotte’s Web, I don’t know what you’re doing here. We are probably from different planets.) When Wilbur sees Charlotte’s egg sac, he asks if it’s … Continue reading
Triggers and Tarzana
Once you are traumatized, you are vulnerable to triggers. And triggers are everywhere. Jane Birkin’s daughter, Kate Barry, jumped from her fourth story window last week. I couldn’t stop thinking about her despair, and how fame and talent don’t … Continue reading
Posted in Disorders, grief, Horrible Stuff, love, Rants, revenge
Tagged crime, cunts, liars
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No Dancing
When I saw a few moments of the Cancer Dance video on the evening news, I was dismayed. The news people smiled and exchanged platitudes about courage and healing. Wouldn’t it be wonderful, they mused, if people everywhere were … Continue reading
Lou Reed, Good Riddance
My memory of hearing the Velvet Underground for the first time is indelible in every detail. I had just moved to London and I was sixteen and up for anything. I was smoking hash with some guys I’d just met, … Continue reading
Beautiful Leg
Before today, I have felt offended by images of prosthetic limbs that seemed to fetishize amputees. Even though it’s none of my business what people fetishize, I will always remember the doctor who told Max to consider having his … Continue reading