tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post7778467034296835507..comments2023-11-05T04:02:39.418-05:00Comments on Michelle's Spell: Beauty From AshesMichelle's Spellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769666862403600253noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-47990748075771799272011-04-24T19:37:18.302-04:002011-04-24T19:37:18.302-04:00Beauty from ashes, or ashes from beauty, it really...Beauty from ashes, or ashes from beauty, it really depends on who's childhood one references. Snakes indeed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-30114157306812942502011-04-23T23:37:08.545-04:002011-04-23T23:37:08.545-04:00Happy Easter Michelle!Happy Easter Michelle!Timhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10392045314900304419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-66278710666261798462011-04-23T23:31:25.705-04:002011-04-23T23:31:25.705-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00687387724337648649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-84737713136980043282011-04-22T13:20:59.435-04:002011-04-22T13:20:59.435-04:00Yes ! Happy 122nd Birthday to Iggy Pop !Yes ! Happy 122nd Birthday to Iggy Pop !Heffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13396114362826135207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-67003648815601305182011-04-22T11:14:49.269-04:002011-04-22T11:14:49.269-04:00I don't know. For me, childhood was completel...I don't know. For me, childhood was completely oblivious to anything outside my imaginary world. It was very near perfect because I largely lived in a world inside my head, of my own making.Charles Gramlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02052592247572253641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-45665689987562128002011-04-22T08:00:55.398-04:002011-04-22T08:00:55.398-04:00Shit I didn't even know what fun was until I g...Shit I didn't even know what fun was until I got the fuck out of Detroit the first time at 17. It's better now though because most of the snakes here now, I know where they are and vice versa. We know that each of us has our own kind of venom. It's an easy peace to keep like M.A.D.<br /><br />The snakes in a grass fire try to get as deep underground as they can.the walking manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10058913927297370740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-85274843420386471442011-04-21T22:08:24.553-04:002011-04-21T22:08:24.553-04:00Wings sweep the Coyotes!--Sid AbelWings sweep the Coyotes!--Sid AbelAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-54665434324220188052011-04-21T18:47:02.816-04:002011-04-21T18:47:02.816-04:00Thirteen years old and lovesick,bungling and petri...Thirteen years old and lovesick,bungling and petrified for the first time in my life, but peculiarly hopeful, too, and astonished, definitely astonished - I wanted to cry, I almost started to sob when Marsha Guthrie actually touched me-oh God-below the belt in the back row of the Graham Cinema. Our knees bumped and then our mouths bumped...that's pretty much the story of my childhood! By the way, I was only kidding with my first comment a couple of days ago about discovering you were a poet. Obviously my lack of humor was funnier to me than it was you.<br />My Best,Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com