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lion though, one time, in my mind. It's like his
song 'started something..couldn't finish'?
"hair brushed and parted" like some pics of the
MGM lion? And then he kind of growls like a lion
or something before he says "that's what
tradition means"? (an example of the weird
alchemy that happens in my mind):)
But yeah, i'm fond of his music and it's kind
of nostalgic. When I went to college and found
out about him. Nostalgia is a kind of alchemy.
Anyway, I'm not a witch, I've just been reading
about hermeticsm lately. I like your paper.
J
Anyway I really like Morrisey. I ended up with
an old roomates tape of Meat is Murder. I used to
steal his food too. Uh, Paul Chickey is his name,
of Dr. Zhivegas Fame.
J
And he did have a propensity to act like such a pompous ass in public... but my Smiths friends were so much cooler than me. And sophisticated. And nice. And accepting. and those guitar lines...Johnny Marr was (and continues to be) amazing...and Meat Is Murder perfectly overlapped my discovered of marijuana. Wow. How soon was now? Maybe I was a faggot after all, and maybe that was okay, I didn't know... and there were girls. Mopey cute girls...and it was so much easier to relax with the black clothing semi-gothy Smiths/Cure people than the very stressful macho overdrive punk people or macho redneck metal people. Oh it was amazing to feel the energy of the punky and metal music....it was so cathartic, but everyone was so much tougher and butcher and altogether dude-er than I was, who could relax with those people? ...it was one fucked up misfired adventure after another with frightening and intimidating people and consequences constantly. The Smiths were melodic and wonderful and those guitars just went on and on and I never had to put up with being 'faced' or out macho-ed.