Poppinjay

I wanted to at least reach tilted before I posted in music.

This is why; music tears me up, baby. A song can send me off the deep end. A hotdog makes Patty Duke lose control, the right song sends me off on a trip to fight my inner being.

So, yeah, the right song kicks pork byproduct ass.

Give it to me. Tell me the song that kills you. Tell me that song that you'll pull the trigger to. Tell me that song that keeps you up at night, pacing the floor like an obsessed bear. Give it to me, both barrels. I know.

(currently listening to Melancholy Polly)

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I think the Apocalypse is happening all around us. We go on eating desserts and watching TV. I know I do. I wish we were more capable of sustained passion and sustained resistance. We should be screaming and what we do is gossip. -Lydia Millet