The White Feather Stories

just "click" on it

        just "click" on it            Kurt Cobain paint  "Smells like Teen Spirit" Load up on guns, bring your friends It's fun to lose and to pretend She's over-bored and self-assured Oh no, I know a dirty word Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, it's less dangerous Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now, entertain us A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido Yeah, hey I'm worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessed Our little group has always been And always will until the end Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, it's less dangerous Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and con...

Just "click" on it Μ y Dad was a ghost As soon as he opened the door,  terror was spread in the air. My Dad was a ghost Left in his loneliness, Sleepless guard of Honor and Reputation His glance always in readiness just in case bad behaviors happened then punishment would follow. My Dad was a ghost Through the tv he received the messages throughout the movies his painful past  was forgotten for a while. My Dad was a ghost always unspoken and angry trying to get rid of his suffering… but it was an unbearable load. My Dad was a ghost He didn't know He couldn't see He never cared As he didn't live it up Always struggling to get rid of ugly images  of his youth. My Dad was a ghost Always running  away from his home a drifter and a dropout, as soon as he got back punishment would follow. My Dad was a ghost Punished and Punisher Black images flew all over the house as soon as he...