That’s My Band. And We’re Fucking Awesome.

We played to a giant, empty room last night, where great pillars of wood swallowed up the sounds of four hands clapping. It’s not an easy thing, this music business, but you keep on doing it–watching the crowd thin out, telling yourself you’ll play for the love of it and sing for the heart of…

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The Thong

I was 28 years old when I bought my first thong.  Thongs aren’t made for fat girls, said my brain to me, said commercials to my brain, said porn to my ex lovers. Thongs are made to rest between smooth, firm ass cheeks that fit in the palm of a man’s hand. Thongs are not made…

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She is so beautiful and I love her so

Since the end of this past era,I have learned to love the movement of my body I’m faking it ’till I make ittelling this earthly vessel,you’re ok, girlYou got this And suddenly I do got thisholding my whole to the groundlifting legs to chestloving the stomp of elephant feet to the floor I am a…

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