art. poetry. politics. narcissism. ramblings.
any traces of sexism, racism, classism, transphobia, homophobia, body-shaming, purposeful ignorance (whether or not in the name of religion cock-gobbling), or any other general asshattery found in this vicinity shall promptly be purged/bitchslapped/educated by any means necessary. this means call me out if need be.
As much as I love Cage the Elephant and their song Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked, how the hell did they make the connection between two people dirt poor enough to be forced into prostitution and robbery in order to survive and feed their family’s, to a rich ass mofo priest stealing money from a church? Really? Any mouths he has to feed were undoubtedly already fed, and bills paid. That’s just greed. Not, ya know, trying to survive.
And there’s sucha huge difference.
I should be moving all my shit home and finding a place to stay currently, but instead while my family’s away I’m making chocolate devil cake with strawberry garnish and laying out the table all nice with wildflowers and playing Suzanne Vega.
I can’t even tell whether my priorities are wrong or not but today was the last day I get to see Norm (the lovely little cat at the place I was staying) and I’m a bit of a mess so I’m putting it off.
On a side note, for some reason hanging out at home while hungover feels really nostalgic.It was some of the best times I had last summer. Which is strange, looking back.