Trapped in a lampshade
Their wings banging and burning
On through endless nights
Forever awake he lies shaking and starving
Praying for someone to turn off the light
I'm there. Don't turn off the light.
I dedicated Hole's "Rock Star" to my eighth grade class in a facebook post yesterday. Here is what it said, in full, for the purpose of archiving on…
I've let many a great, pleasant thing and feeling pass me by; making room for bitterness, rage, and resentment to cast their moans. Loved ones bear…