By way of explaining some of the rage that is and will undoubtedly continue to be bubbling out on Fleurmach in the next while: someone very precious to me was ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————- CENSORED ON DEMAND FOR LEGAL REASONS —————————————————————————————————. And THAT is what makes me the angriest of all. It sends a clear message to her that keeping the peace is more important than honouring her truth. And it is emphatically NOT so.
Daily Archives: October 2, 2013
dearest patriarchy
bikini kill – feels blind
All the doves that fly past my eyes,
Have a stickiness to their wings,
In the doorway of my demise I stand,
Encased in the whisper you taught me.
HOW DOES IT FEEL? IT FEELS BLIND.
HOW DOES IT FEEL? WELL, IT FEELS FUCKING BLIND.
WHAT HAVE YOU TAUGHT ME? NOTHING.
LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE TAUGHT ME,
YOUR WORLD HAS TAUGHT ME NOTHING.
If you were blind and there was no braille,
There are no boundaries on what I can feel,
If you could see but weren’t taught
That what you saw wasn’t real.
HOW DOES THAT FEEL? IT FEELS BLIND.
HOW DOES THAT FEEL? IT FEELS FUCKIN BLIND.
WHAT HAVE YOU TAUGHT ME? NOTHING.
LOOK AT WHAT YOUR WORLD TEACHES ME, NOTHING.
As a woman I was taught to always be hungry.
Yeah women are well acquainted with thirst.
Yeah, we could eat just about anything.
We’d might even eat your hate up like love.
I EAT YOUR HATE LIKE LOVE, I EAT YOUR HATE LIKE LOVE,
I EAT YOUR HATE LIKE LOVE, I EAT YOUR HATE LIKE LOVE
HOW DOES THAT FEEL? IT FEELS BLIND.