silver fox... he
runs fangs down my legs and
silver fox.. he
knows just were my flowers grow

oh oh oh
what trouble
oh oh oh
im in


lover, come rescue
me from these doldrums
lover, come rescue me
from this black river
lover..

the silver fox.. he
knows just how to bite deep
silver fox .. he
knows the buttons to unbutton

oh oh oh
what trouble
oh oh oh
im in..
oh oh oh
i can taste him
oh oh oh
the sin

i've been rehearsing every day for a tour I'm going to do with Billy Corgan - His new songs are absolutely gorgeous!

I'm  hoping to post the whole adventure here. Im trying to get back into the habit of posting or of taking pictures.

i had a lovely quiet break for a while as i finished my e.p. LIP DISTORTION - and got married. :)

well this is just a little note.. ill post more later..

p.s. follow my twitter - @lindastrawberry

i remember the day i met her

white spirit whistling through the trees

such a pretty creature

he says that he's an owl but he's the king of the vultures

perched to pick the skin and bones clean of life

oh sugar, please

they wanna  turn you

they wanna turn you to a common whore

i remember the day i lost her

she was drunk and careless falling through the streets

attracting all the hustlers

pulling in by all her heat

he says that he's an owl but he's the king of the vultures

perched to pick the skin and bones clean of life

oh sugar, please

don't let them turn you

don't let them turn you on like a common whore

that boy was so no good to lay his dirty hands upon you

and leaving you weeping in a side street delirious

white drugs and dark drugs catapult you down to hell

wake up on a filthy mattress with his dirty hands inside of you

he says that he's an owl but he's the king of the vultures

perched to pick the skin and bones clean of life

you can see the dead men walking

see the dead women with their heads and eyes downcast

see the fiends fiending in the tar pit streets

don't let them turn you to a common whore

don't buy the illusion of a faster life.

i didnt' post on here for a while and now its dead. oops!

ill have to spice things up..

til then..

new blog on blog.myspace.com/strawberry 'skin like eggshells'

fuck this bland feeling
ive got that uncomfortable 'scarletta' feeling.
drowning in my own uncomfortable restlessness. its a good thing. i get this way before i explode somehow.
its like diving really really deep under an ocean of muck to find a diamond.
you get so uncomfortable you just don't give a shit anymore about the results.
the choices are 1. stay here 2. break out
ive been feeling pressure in myself to tone it down, to color in the lines, to not be as explosive. but at least when im letting it all hang out its all true.
and truth is where i want to come from.
as ugly or as uncomfortable or as explosive as it is.
i dont want to die ladylike. i dont want to sit with my legs crossed. dot my i's and cross my t's and be careful not to rock the boat.
i want to crush the boat. and i want to dive into the water.
growing up is bizarre. so many people have so many rules about what is age appropriate. what is this future? i won't tone myself down more and more til i am a empty crust ready to file away into a coffin.
i want to get more and more passionate and extravagant and expressive.
i want to say all the things people are afraid to say. i don't want to live in fear of what others think of me. that is the prison we all keep each other in.
the fear that stifles us and keeps us from doing what we really feel.
i draw my lines where people i love are concerned. i don't self destruct and i respect people.
expression has nothing to do with being a jackass. or slowly killing yourself. i don't find it romantically tragic to see people die in addiction. its just stupid.
what im talking about is that nebulous pressure to look and act and speak a certain way. the critic that keeps you from creating. that tells you its not good enough.
that tells you that you can't use certain words and you can't talk about certain things.
the people that tell you what is cool and what is not cool and you can't wear that and you can't look that way and you can't write that way and you can't act that way.
miss manners. the style police. the online army of haters. the cool kids. the worst dressed list. art world snobs. that pick apart the meanings of things and think they are the expert on knowing which expressions are valid. fuck critics.
i have to just rant this out. i hate feeling like im in a box. that i can't do exactly what i want to do and what i know i can do because of the outside world. we are all in this boat.
so im gonna be trying to break out of it. and im ok with people not liking what i do as long as im being true. people pleasing is a losing game.

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