sincerely,
chris


InheritanceThese hands are clad in the ashes Of patriotism - bacterial democracy, Ready and willing to be washed Clean; a pure dirt inheritance Layered upon each cuticle, Awaiting the sensation of rough Bristles soaked with adolescent soap To shed the oldest skin.Inheritance
Bathe in the comfort of ignorance, For it's the solvent of the future; Do what must be done to purify Every past transgression, And don't waste time looking back.


Michelle Armstrong ReviewARTIST: Michelle ArmstrongMichelle Armstrong Review
ALBUM: "Lemons"
A monolithic yellow door adorns the cover of pop-folk sweetheart Michelle Armstrong's first studio album; the fact that it's entitled 'Lemons' is far from coincidental. However, the lonely green lemon in the bottom left corner leaves one at a loss for words - that is, until the first song starts. In a world full of carbon copy artists and song recycling that borders on plagiarism, genuine creativity is usually found in the oddities. With respect to metaphors, Michelle is a green lemon standing out from her yellow


Crunch Time "In the beginning, there was David Lowery..." It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? As the supreme, omnipotent master in the world of Cracker, it's actually rather appropriate.Crunch Time
The rootsy alternative outfit began as a collaboration between Lowery and guitarist Johnny Hickman, both of whom shared the stage as members of the quirky eighties "art rock" group Camper Van Beethoven. They had their first taste of success when CVB blew up on college radio and scored some space on MTV video rotation with a cover of Status Quo's


1. The Art of Dysfunction1. Our mouths are markets, spewing bad taste and raw claim-- "These words go to the highest bidder." The transferal of different vowels and different tongues, the decaying composition of truth and lie, are sewn disproportionably in language.1. The Art of Dysfunction
Here lies the fallacy, behind our gritty teeth where dirty mouths are born.
But yet, in the midst of love and mere infatuation, there may be a priceless word, quickly muttered. And between those heavy exchanges of consonants and bending syllables, there may be a breath that seems breathless, or a pause that n
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"Writing is our inner screams waiting to be released in ink."
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