reading sucks

i thought i could hug the world all at one time
kind of take your up
swallow your down
twirl you around in your favorite dress
hold up the mirror so you could take a good look
at all the shit and the ugly
the dirt and the grease
the fucked up stitching on your skirt that you're only now realizing
you probably got ripped off

take that favorite day when you were having a water fight with your cousin
and you tripped and fell, but it was okay cause your brother came by and got you off the ground
or that night when you were the rebound girl or that one morning after when you were still number one

that one fourth of july when you exploded on your ma screaming for independence for the first time in your life
that night you were punked by pops on a kitchen floor with a belt

or how fucked up it is to be born
with one ear
a limp
adopted
without a father
a deadbeat mom
abandoned
perfect
in every way

the day you first discovered music
like really really

you counting headlights on the highway
living a lie
living the truth
living

your daily regimen
the boring nothings of nothing really that important
your stupid empty dreams of becoming something so much greater

your dreams coming true

especially that one dream when you have to go to the bathroom so bad and then you wake up and go to the bathroom

that very moment when your dog got put to sleep and you witnessing life lifeless

that feeling of accomplishment after you organized your shoe collection
you finally got over your hangover
your depression
your void

that one trip you took and were surrounded by unfamiliar, parts of you questioned for the first time in your life
i wanted to know about that broken heart mended
that wounded muscle healed



i kinda wanted to hug all of this at one time
and then i kinda realized what impossibility felt like


until tard and feathered
so i was hoping we could all join in
and squeeze eachother through a mirror
a mirror that's reflection looks quite similar to you
that looks sorta like a journal
kinda like a zine

something to hold
put in your bag
remind you you're hugged
you matter
you count
you're unique
like everyone else

so if you took the time to read this
please consider reaching out your arms and hugging me through an email
a submission
a song
a photo
a drawing
a painting
a scratch of your life

volume 1 is well on its way
long beach
los angeles
san francisco
new york
maybe, in your hand

maybe you have no idea what i'm talking about
write me
i'll tell you


then...
you tell me


<3 lady basco

myspace.com/tardandfeathered