The worst character in fiction is Twilight’s Bella: a canvas of nothingness onto which the empty project their shallow desires.
Sub Pop even released my version as a seven-inch, the worst-selling on the label
“You want to stay in that comfort zone. It helps you block out the world.”
You want to stay in that comfort zone. It helps you block out the world.
They’re laughing at you Courtney, not with you. They’re laughing at you.
DISCLAIMER ALERT: I have no memory of the years between 1990 and 1993.
“Is this Polly Harvey? It’s the only song of hers I know.”
Let’s get leotarded, shall we?
Courtney retreated to the back of the stage, and crouched there calling my real name out, over and over again. “Jerry. Jerry. Jerry.” I didn’t know what had transpired.