well, the devil makes us sin - but we
like it when we’re spinning in his grin.
“I never intended to include Chris Brown’s name in one of my tweets to start some sort of a controversy or to gain publicity or anything like that, and now that he’s throwing accusations my way, like using steroids… I feel the need to reply. So please allow me to retort. I’m a lifelong, proud, drug free, straight edge individual, so Chris and I come from two completely different worlds. I don’t have a manager, I don’t have a bodyguard… I don’t need a bodyguard. I don’t have an assistant, I have no need for a PR to tell me what to tweet, or when to tweet. And I don’t hit women. Period. In my world, women are to be revered and respected. And I firmly believe that in this life, there are consequences and repercussions for people’s actions, and I don’t think Chris has payed for what he’s done. Picking up trash on the side of a highway does not make amends for repeatedly striking a woman in the face and sending her to a hospital. So, Chris wants to throw stones my way now and I say that’s fine, but put some gloves on and get in the ring. And I will choke you out, and I will make you feel as weak and as powerless and scared and alone as any woman who has had the misfortune of knowing a sad, cowardly little boy such as yourself, and all proceeds can go to a woman’s shelter of my choosing. If you want to pick up more trash on the side of the highway to make some amends, you should donate more time… maybe tell kids exactly what you did isn’t right. But I’m also a realist, and I know that none of these things will happen because Chris Brown isn’t a man and that’s fine. I just know that someday, somewhere, somehow, somebody will put Chris Brown exactly where he belongs, and it honestly doesn’t have to be me… I would just really like it to be.”
Heart Swells/Pacific Daylight Time—Los Campesinos!
Black holes, un-raised moles
Let’s just call them freckles
Haircut, heart left
Happy on the West Coast
Coat fell, heart swells
Draped across the sofa
I feel you’ve ruined me forever
I don’t want to sound trite but you were perfect
The way you look could seriously make nature dysmorphic
I wish that you would kiss me ‘til the point of paralysis
The way I flail my arms in front of you it just embarrasses
I’ll never turn my body clock back
And think about the things I’m glad I left out
Some things are best left unsaid
A Year in Music: Day 17
Six Degrees of Separation - The Script
Fake a smile, yeah, lie and say that, you’re better now than ever, and your life’s okay, when it’s not. No, you’re doing all these things out of desperation, ohhh, you’re going through six degrees of separation.