Onions and Olive Oil

I can barely get through a day of work without the thought of sweating some onions in a good glug of olive oil.  The scent of a meal in its infancy helps to offset the hatred I feel for office small talk.  That sizzle is a kick drum, launching a guitar solo in my mind.  Guitar and drum....sounds good.  Tastes better...

An Enraged Public...

Legislative reform.  Women had to die...literally burn in the The Triangle Shirtwaist Factory.  In the end look who got off.

There is power in a union...

What Have We Got...

Famous...

Why Isn't Wall Street In Jail

Matt Taibbi

I Know I Believe In Nothing, But It Is My Nothing

I have written lyrics.  Notebooks and notebooks of them.  None have ever been as good as this.

Richey Edwards at one of his finest.  I am forever jealous of how he was able to be so raw and literary in a single song.  It is odd to miss someone whom you have never met.

FASTER
Manic Street Preachers

I hate purity
Hate goodness
I don't want virtue to exist anywhere
I want everyone corrupt

I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave

I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
A morality obedient, only to the cleansed repented

I am stronger than Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell

The first time you see yourself naked you cry
Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
He loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing

Sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
Shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake
If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else

I am stronger than Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell

So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything