Damages Season 3 Finale

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Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole

Poetry is no place for a heart that’s a whore
And I’m young & I’m strong
But I feel old & tired
Overfired

And I’ve been poked & stoked
It’s all smoke, there’s no more fire
Only desire
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are

You say my time here has been some sort of joke
That I’ve been messing around
Some sort of incubating period
For when I really come around
I’m cracking up
And you have no idea

No idea how it feels to be on your own
In your own home
with the fucking phone
And the mother of gloom
In your bedroom
Standing over your head
With her hand in your head
With her hand in your head

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I’m all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

Oh I wish I wish I wish I was born a man
So I could learn how to stand up for myself
Like those guys with guitars
I’ve been watching in bars
Who’ve been stamping their feet to a different beat
To a different beat
To a different beat

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I’m all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

You bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody…

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I’m all right for you
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are

The Carnival is Over by Dead Can Dance

I used to listen to Dead Can Dance when I was in high school. So beautiful.

Djivan Gasparyan

So my friend introduced me to Armenian music, and initially I laughed, thinking it would be the worst music in the entire world, but when I listened, I fell in love. It was so good. So warm. So soothing.

I’m sure my readers won’t like it but I implore you to give it a chance. Open your mind, your ears, and most importantly, your heart.

Pregnant women are smug

I learned last night that one of my friends is expecting her first child. Let’s hope she doesn’t turn into Super Mom.

Pregnant women are smug
Everyone knows it, nobody says it
Because they’re pregnant
Effing son of a gun
You think you’re so deep now, you give me the creeps
Now that you’re pregnant

I can’t count all the ways how
You speak in clich├ęs now

Riki: So, do you want a boy or girl?
Kate: Oh, doesn’t matter as long as it’s healthy
Riki: Really? ‘Cause I don’t feel that those two things are related. It’s not like one or the other.
Kate: Oh, really, as long as it’s healthy.

I can’t wait to hear someone say
“Don’t care if it’s brain dead
Don’t care if it’s limbless
If it has a penis”

Pregnant women are smug
Everyone knows it, nobody says it
Because they’re pregnant
This zen world you’re enjoying
Makes you really annoying

Riki: So, is it a boy or girl?
Kate: Oh, we know, but we’re not telling.
Riki: What you’re gonna name it?
Kate: Oh, we know, but we’re not telling.
Riki: Who’s the father?
Kate: Oh, we know, but we’re not telling.

Bitch, I don’t really care
I was being polite
Since you have no life now
That you’re pregnant

You say you’re walking on air
You think that you’re glowing
But you’ve been ho’ing
And now you’re pregnant

You’re just giving birth now
You’re not Mother Earth now

Riki: Oh my gosh, I’ve got so much going on. I got my novel published, I moved, I got married.
Kate: Gosh, you know, everything seems so trivial now that I’m pregnant.
Riki: Well, I also helped end gang violence in Mexico when…
Kate: You know, I can’t even remember what I did before I was pregnant. Everything else seems so meaningless.

Pregnant women are smug
Everyone knows it, nobody says it
Because they’re pregnant
Effing son of a gun
You think you’re so deep now, you give me the creeps now
Now that you’re pregnant

Hanna

I went to see this movie yesterday. Freakin’ awesome.