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[24 Feb 2011|12:30pm] |
"Fuck me. Fuck me like there is no tomorrow and yesterday meant nothing. Fuck me like you have a terrible ache that needs soothing. Fuck me like I’m the first girl you loved and denied you when you asked her out. Fuck me like you fucked yourself in the dark when you first discovered orgasms. Fuck me like you’ve been stuck in prison, or wandering a desert, or held in limbo at Heaven’s gates for years. Fuck me like I’m the only outlet for your anger, your doubt, your sorrow, your ego and your arrogance. Fuck me like I’m a plague on the earth and your cock is the only cure. Fuck me like you’re being held at gunpoint and your life depends on it. Fuck me like I contain every kingdom’s riches inside me and they are yours to plunder. Fuck me like you just learned your first word and you want to shout it to the world. Fuck me like it’s a rite of passage, a religious scripture, or the origins of a universe. Whatever works. Just fuck me."
I wish I wrote this.
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[22 Feb 2011|11:45pm] |
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if i had a hammer, oh, if i had a hammer. i'd hammer all over this land.
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[25 Mar 2009|09:59pm] |
June Lacey Rushmore
June Lacey Rushmore grew up knowing one thing and one thing only, that she wasn't wanted. As a baby she was left on the doorstep of an orphanage in New York with no note. Strangely enough she was left in an open hard guitar case, with the guitar still left in it. It's the only thing she ever had pretaining to the parents that she would never grow to know. She grew up within the New York state child services system, being moved from foster home to foster home and orphange to orphange, being forced to deal with bullies, abusive foster parents and just plain crazy people. Finally, when she was fifteen she got sick of it all and ran away, taking all of her belongings with her, including the guitar. No one ever came looking for her, but then again, she knew they wouldn't. June was just another kid with no parents and nothing going for her.
While being tossed from home to home over the years June started to notice that she wasn't very good at making friends. This brought her to more often than not become friends with people much older than she was, which didn't help with keeping her out of trouble.
Soon she found herself in the middle of New York City, with no money, no food and no place to live. Thankfully, since she had taught herself how to play the guitar while being placed in home after home. She would play and sing on the side of the road hoping that anyone would leave her the smallest amount of money. For months she squatted in abandoned buildings until she had saved enough to start renting a teeny, run down, studio apartment in harlem. After finally finding a place to call home she found a job waitressing at a small restaurant not far from her apartment. With her job and with playing for tips she barely managed to scrape up enough money to pay for her rent month after month. June began playing at open mic nights at bars, using a fake id she had bought while she was still living with her last foster parents.
On her seventeenth birthday while playing at a Brooklyn bar, June was heard by a talent scout from Geffen records who was interested in her style of singing. After creating a decent demo she was later signed and released solo album within six months of signing. By the time she was eighteen, June had started her own band which she lead with vocals and rhythm guitar, they call themselves A Great And Terrible Beauty.
ONE; Frequent cocaine addict.
TWO; Daily pot smoker.
THREE; Social abuser of alcohol.
FOUR; Sings and plays the guitar.
FIVE; Named her acoustic guitar Rainbow Bright.
SIX; Rides a 2001 White Pearl Harley-Davidson Sportster 1200.
SEVEN; Tends to always find a way to make the situation dramatic.
EIGHT; Is absolutely terrified of commitment, has never had a real relationship before.
NINE; An orphan from birth, she was left on the doorstep of the New York City child services building in an open hard guitar case (beat up acoustic guitar included).
TEN; Ran away from her last foster family when she was fifteen years old.
ELEVEN; Has a pet Chihuahua named Domo.
TWELVE; Oftentimes performs drunk or high, sometimes both.
THIRTEEN; Plays the guitar (perfers acoustic over electric) and the keyboard.
FOURTEEN; Relys on her fake ID, which claims her name is Hilary Francis Scott, way too much.
FIFTEEN; Isn't particularly clean.
SIXTEEN; Her alltime favorite game to play is strip poker.
SEVENTEEN; Is obsessed with everything and anything Peter Pan.
EIGHTEEN; Loves cartoons.
NINETEEN; Fucked your brother. Twice.
TWENTY; Loves Uh-Oh Oreos.
TWENTY-ONE; Has had one serious boyfriend ever. He hit her and that was the end of that.
TWENTY-TWO; Favorite drink is a whiskey sour with Jameson.
TWENTY-THREE; Keeps song lyrics that she writes herself in the notepad area of her phone.
TWENTY-FOUR; Smokes Camel turkish jades.
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