I Love This Woman |
Kat Bjelland of Babes in Toyland and Katastrophy Wife....
Posted by Laura (SOR) on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 09:40:00 PST |
Million Women Rise |
http://millionwomenrise.com
Please check out the above link and join me, my mates and hopefully what will be a large crowd of women for a march through central London on the 8th March 12 noon at Hyde ...
Posted by Laura (SOR) on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 06:59:00 PST |
15 Ways To Feel Fabulous |
1. Rent a "small time" movie that you've never read about in the press. An unhyped hidden treasure... hopefully.
2. Watch an episode of Ugly Betty with a treat takaway pizza and glass of merlot. ...
Posted by Laura (SOR) on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 10:53:00 PST |
Article: "Tore a Hole" |
Article: "Tore a Hole"
Growing up I always thought of virginity as something precious. I dreamt of the act been all I was told it would be. The joining of two bodies, psychically and a romantic...
Posted by Laura (SOR) on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 12:20:00 PST |
Article: "Best Not Tell Anyone" (revised version) |
Article: "Best Not Tell Anyone"
(revised version)
How would you react to somebody who has just told you that they have been raped? Perhaps he/she was raped years past or last week. Would you o...
Posted by Laura (SOR) on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 12:35:00 PST |
Comment: "You Rape Me, I Kill Your Head" |
"You Rape Me, I Kill Your Head"
I want to isolate every man who ever told a woman she wasn't raped.
I want to rip a hole in every man who ever said it was her fault.
I want to sit every rapist ins...
Posted by Laura (SOR) on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 03:12:00 PST |
N E W P O E M - - - The Dog and His Slave |
The Dog and His Slave
She is white and hollow
Her lips like wings flicking fast
Swollen red, persisting itch
The long walk to a house
Where nobody lives
It's all about weather
Washing up
And moanin...
Posted by Laura (SOR) on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 02:53:00 PST |
N E W P O E M - - - I Think I Would Be Home |
I Think I Would Be Home
To be free of it
I think I would be home
I killed another child this year
The thought of it
My hole deep like a canyon
Walls' red with you, him and them
I...
Posted by Laura (SOR) on Fri, 18 May 2007 09:05:00 PST |
N E W P O E M --- The Boy with No Shadow |
The Boy with No Shadow
Benjamin traced his veins
His fingers like roots crept up
The pulsating green
The womb is barren
Catholic bind severed
Rotten seed, they hissed
His fingers lik...
Posted by Laura (SOR) on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 12:17:00 PST |
N E W P O E M - - - Clipped |
Clipped
Dead spiders limp from my lids
Flake upon my cheek
Air suck in, out, through crimson threads
So much black in between
Gut spews its bile upon my tongue
A ragweed knot of vein...
Posted by Laura (SOR) on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 10:07:00 PST |
