We were sissies for romance. We liked
to dangle from the chain like half of a
puzzle necklace (be it Pis- or gah from
either side of the heart that had cracked
into two). D you remember that night when
we realized it was just nirvana? Not the grunge
band. They were as religious as we got, which was
pretty fuckin’ religious. We mourned a week,
those of us who were sober enough, when
Curt lost his life. A solid majority felt certain
That Courtney had taken it, and with intent.
In a few weeks it wouldn’t matter. The boy
bands would have already affected us enough
pretty fuckin’ religious. We mourned a week,
those of us who were sober enough, when
Curt lost his life. A solid majority felt certain
That Courtney had taken it, and with intent.
In a few weeks it wouldn’t matter. The boy
bands would have already affected us enough
that we would henceforth know full well that
we, the boys of the summer of 1985, were the
most appropriate peeple to be called sissies.
At least up to the fall of 1987 was the
actual general consensus.
