....And little fascist panties tucked inside

Hi Tori...
Talula was missing you so she wanted to ring you up
on her new iphone.

Somedays just hand it to you....

She tried her best to take the higher road.
To remember gratitude. To be humble.
To be apologetic....
"Don't be weary", said a stronger Talula. (as she wisps off to NY then Rome for coffee and conversation)

But to "present" Talula
When she closes her eyes...
and sleep never comes;
It plays out like this:

Glass shattering around her.
She bends over to pick up her cant's...
and the shards slice her finger tips;
the struggle quickly turns to frantic frustration -
and everything starts closing in.
and she's broken....lying on the floor.


What's a girl to do?
___________________________

PRECIOUS THINGS
Tori Amos


So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things let them break
Their hold over me

He said you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that
Sick holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys
Those christian boys
So you can made me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus
I remember
Yes in my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine-inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of ever nice girl
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Let them wash away

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and just as always...a fine dose of a anger
serves it's purpose.
And Talula smiles as she drifts off to sleep;
and tells her demons to lay down next to her because
right now...
she's tired of fighting them.