i watched a sarah harmer music video today and i closed my eyes to see if i could enjoy it like that for the first time and not the depressing early afternoon much more music way, where it’s like hello here is the crap we don’t want real people with jobs to be subjected to. i felt like my ovaries were aging and covered in dust and i was wearing a white nightie and winding up a fucking mobile over a cradle and i had massive crow’s feet sorry i just can’t get into that lilith dyke shit. i mean, in a field with whiskey raining from the sky setting off fireworks, yes i can dig it, on the couch with no internet = I AM SO FUCKING DEPRESSED FOR MYSELF RIGHT NOW.
i just wrote a whole bunch of other shit that i deleted cos fil gave me a talking-to saying i was dissing a bunch of people indirectly but to me i was just being funny, i guess musicians are sensitive and so is fil cos he wants to have sex with all of them.
stay tuned for more arts&crafts future bashing.
