While she got ready to leave for school just a few minutes ago, I talked to her about him, the creative and good but also about the horribly, almost unspeakably bad.
This song has been playing in my head...
How will I explain to nine year old and four year old the damage I have personally done and what I've contributed to as part of a diseased, destructive primate collective? Honestly? I don't know. I don't know how to heal Her...
Maudlin over-produced, over-processed, pedophiliac, corporate minion, popster that he was, there's something here that still strikes a chord for me, resonating. More to the point? This is me saying given what's unfolding around me, I'll accept meaningful communications from whatever source when I'm ready...
if what you're reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again...then link me.
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