This will not be something unlike a hundred things you’ve read before, but I need to say this, I need to write this. I need to talk to you about Whitman.
It’s dark and humid, a beautiful November night in the South, in a small stage of a bar in a long street of bars. My make-up is running, my…
"The people just have to die for the music. People are dying for everything else, so why not the music? Die for it. Isn’t it pretty? Wouldn’t you die for something pretty?" - Lou Reed
Life fucking sucks. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I want to die. Fuck UT. Fuck music.