People comment on my author status on face book. I’m an author all right, ‘the mad author of anguish’ I am. This quote is from Sticky Fingaz of Onyx. This phrase from another one of their songs ran through my mind like a loop the other day: “Ahh, I hate your fuckin’ guts, and I hope that you die. Sticky Fingaz, the name, and my life is a lie’, cause I’m havin’ a bad day, so stay out of my way…” How many of us relate to this on a crummy ass day, huh?
I won’t insert these Onyx videos because my friend who lived in the shittiest of neighborhoods with rampant gun fire and rats running riot said that the video scared her.
But I’ve got a lovely song to temper all that filthy rank. Le Clown reminded me of King Crimson in an earlier comment.
Here’s their “Fallen Angel” song. The fallen angel could be the Devil. Or it could be me in all my unchecked grandiosity – hahaha! When I was 19, I used to get pissy stinking drunk with my boyfriend. I would cry lugubriously and this song might be my background music while I mused over being oh so lonely and oh so misunderstood – bahahahaha!
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