February 2012
8 posts
“I’m too fast. You can’t touch me.”
– T.
“I can’t live without you either”
Pop stars; the performers we loved relentlessly as kids. They were figures of fame, prosperity, and sex. And we were loyal to their personas, giving them ample space to dwell; their faces and poses plastered across our bedroom walls. There must be fifty holes in the wall of my childhood bedroom, and two dozen marks more where tape has ripped the paint right off its surface. My pop stars could...
Have you ever made something and then kept it to yourself,because you didn’t want to know what others had to say about it?
My dream was never what you thought it was. It was...
I want to be a man of the world With blood in my veins and a hurt in my heart Out in the street with the noise and the dirt And the ones still looking for a brand new start Oh I’ve been sleeping far too long Hiding out in a palace of gold Show me one thing before I’m gone That can’t be bought and can’t be sold Show me how to come alive Show me how to make you mine...
light baffling winds.
Lately, I just have not wanted to be Terica. I haven’t been into the idea of writing my memories, I haven’t even considered jotting spur of the moment thoughts, and I haven’t let a show really get under my skin- apart from Madonna’s performance last night at the Super Bowl. I’ve been wearing jeans, the same pair all the time, put with whatever t-shirt makes me feel...
