Monthly Archives: August 2011

Safety Pins

“Friends and enemies, I find it’s contagious and they’re spreading through your system like a virus.”  Infecting your cells. For all the right reasons.   I can speak the language of midnight rockers and city slickers, gunmen and maniacs.  I can … Continue reading

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Thank You for my very own bullshit

Sometimes, in conversation with my girlfriends, or my husband, or my therapist I hear myself complaining, and it sounds like this: WAHHHHHHH.  These moments, when I actually catch myself being mindless, can wind up being the best part of my … Continue reading

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Black Tambourine

I once asked a friend to pray with me so we could share each others desires. And inhale a moment together. Like a sunset sizzling into the ocean. Like petting soft fur in the dark. Or pressing your body into … Continue reading

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Soul Coughing

Soul Coughing was the title of a poem that Mike Doughty wrote about Neil Young throwing up in the back of a bus. Everybody who read it said, “Um, hey, nice name…” so he took it for his band. When I heard … Continue reading

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Cage Dancing Care Bears and Chitty-Chitty Bang Bang

When you are young, the world can appear big and confusing.  Hell, when you are grown the world can appear big and confusing – but that’s not my point.  When you are little you feel small.  So kids often develop … Continue reading

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Shhhhh.

Sometimes it’s not about the words…. Turn it loud and PRESS PLAY: 

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Live Love Jump

 PRESS PLAY:   “Preacher man, can I ask you something – is it possible to give your heart away and be free…and be happy? Compressed lives suffocate slowly.  We all want to break out.  But if we do dare to try…. … Continue reading

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Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm

Like mainlining espresso. Something in my veins bloodier than blood. Like a barfight suckerpunch. In a town full of Prius-es carting around disposable furniture and ideas.   Gotta change the wants. Or is it the wanting that needs to change? … Continue reading

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