Wish we would have grown up to
eat blank slates instead of
too distrustful for nightfall,
too sober for nostalgia.
the curse of the rational:
we inhale that, exhale the
wariness as a virtue looks like
hands clutched to brain matter
fingers tapping L-I-A-R
Certainty is as fragile as this:
we are us, everyone
Can we just talk about how Melanie Martinez has the crazy that Lily Allen was always (is) lacking?
It’s pure vs. straightjacket and I don’t know whether I love it or I’m too freaked out to sleep. Maybe both.
Or maybe more like…. raw vs. polished. I wanna believe that level of animalistic is not calculated and I think I almost can.
This is the problem with being blind to most pop culture… Did NOT KNOW she was on The Voice.
Think I’m the last to have heard of her. I mean yeah, this summer I heard “Soap” as a Kizomba remix, and that was the FIRST TIME I heard any of her stuff.
Heard Mrs. Potato Head on the radio today which prompted a glut of youtubing. I’m a big wimp when it comes to things like watching people’s flesh get cut into which is why I didn’t post that video.
Alright you know what. You have it. But don’t say I didn’t warn you that people are low-key getting their flesh cut up.
I was going to post the Soap/Training Wheels double feature, which you can certainly find on the interwebs if you’d still like to see. WARNING: SWEARS. I think none of my family reads this blog but I always plug a warning for em.