musings of a psychedelic punk rock renaissance yogini and late-blooming athlete
Romeo Void If time itself was his demeanor There’d be no sunlight or a glimmer Of sunlight landin’ on the street Some say girls must be discreet Some say girls must be discreet Nursing their fathers locked inside They masqueraded as his bride I might like you better If we slept together I might like […]
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One of the first bands to captivate my young imagination – I spent countless hours studying the album cover while listening to Candy-O.
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David Bowie will forever be in my heart and consciousness.
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The benefactor:
Sometimes people know that you are homeless. If you are young, and perhaps very pretty or have some kind of odd feature that is attractive, a more affluent potential protector may make it known that he wants to save you. (Again, sometimes a protector may be a she, but a he is more common). He may have a wife and even a daughter your very own age. He has all the best intentions for you – clean clothes, a warm bed, a shower, food. He might even take you shopping and out to a fancy restaurant . . .
try to have fun no matter what you do . . . love is everything . . . and go see those musicians you love while you have the chance
Read MoreDancing is good for whatever’s ailing you – especially when the ailment is boredom, broken heart, anger, sadness, frustration, malaise . . . I can step out of my blues almost anytime I shake it up with the B-52s. Have a listen – and if you’re feeling too serious – shimmy those hips, jump up and down, […]
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I can look the part, and I certainly have the required credentials to fit in, but I feel a creepy sensation under my skin when I drive to work everyday to sit at a desk and push paper around for a bureaucratic system.
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