homicidal lesbian terrorist

i see your women caught behind windows
in their homes, behind rows and rows
of bleached and frightened children.
They speak men's words, not their own
except those languages they've
learned to speak in secret
and in dreams, if they've
not forgotten.

- Joy Harjo, From the Salt Lake City Airport '82

Friday, November 14

Try This [Limited Edition w/ Bonus DVD] [LIMITED EDITION] [EXPLICIT LYRICS]


Try This
, Pink's latest effort, fucking ROCKS THE HOUSE.

No, I'm serious. Since I'm trapped inside the house because my neighbour's eviction hasn't finished, yes it stinks of cordite and fear, I picked up Pink's latest offering.

Hot diggety damn. It's amazing. Amazing. I've had "Oh My God!" on repeat for the last hour: featuring the �ber-raunchy Peaches, it's title is not an appeal to the Lord per se but rather the exclamation of the singers as they fuck the shit out of each other [with clear references to vaginal fisting], set to an extremely sexy melody & rhythm. One memorable exchange [tho there are so many] runs as follows:

Peaches: "I understand, now lemme show you where to put your hand."
Pink: "My little red entrance says, 'I think I can I think I can'."
Peaches: "I got your cootchie-coo, what about you?"
Pink: "I got your cootchie-coo too."

Well, it ain't poetry in the Homeric tradition, but sung in that husky fuck-me voice by two fabulous women it's certainly some kind of poetic voice.

Kissing Jessica Stein, kiss my ass. I guess Pink's laughing promise a few weeks ago that her new album would make Madonna's lesbiasploitation look like the crap it is when her new album hit the stores with its actual bisexual sex-n-love songs.

Some people actually are bisexual and write music. I'm just thrilled Pink is one of them... because she's fucking the bomb.

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