You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair
Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying
Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up
Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up
And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating
“Eighty-seven pounds!” and this all bears repeating
One of my favourite moments in writing. I think it’s brilliant and gets overlooked too often
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Love it when you post statuses about your exciting daily events when you have told your boss you are ill/with family/have leprosy.
Isn’t it brilliant…
when you run a nice relaxing bath, and put nice relaxing music on, only to find your album is on shuffle and you’re too soapy to get out and turn ‘Thriller’ off.
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So I know I talked shit about Just Kids.
But today I came across Judy Linn’s new book and, oh, my god. These pictures are what Just Kids should have been.
