emily nokes
I cautiously/desperately wanted to listen to Marilyn Manson after seeing the poster for his third (and best) album, Mechanical Animals, hanging on the far back wall of the lacking music store in the lacking mall. I was 12, the internet was still a primitive concept, and all nudity still seemed mildly alarming—especially pale, sinister, rivetingly gross alien nudity. So this was what a MAR1LYN MAN5ON was. I had totally heard of her…
