Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
A Poet for Ann Lee
Dear Ann, your christ is my christ
your rock n' roll is not trivial
if they put you in line
Don't subject yourself to intimidation
You're not a witch
You're not a reincarnation of god
You are the embodiment of finesse
You scream your own skin
Lydia, Patti, Polly, Ari, Aretha
YOU
Ann Lee; the template of the future:
Death-rattle circle-shaker.
Domesticated messiah of the future.
Come back and jam with me.
Labels: andrea lukic, Ann Lee, circle one, rock n' roll
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Man in the Mirror:
I've been such a slacker lately. I've barely gone to any of my classes this semester. Theres only two weeks left and I don't know if I'm gonna pass any of my classes. This Michael Jackson song is perhaps whats going to get me through these two weeks. I'm gonna work really hard, make some good noise, painting some sterile shit, and write a long paper about myself. This is whats required of me. If I can't do that I can't do anything.