Lauren

@punkrockdoll.bsky.social

living betwixt bittersweet melodies. writer of twangy melancholy tunes, stories of ghost towns, touring musician. tinged with glitter and whiskey. www.punkrockdoll.com https://linktr.ee/punkrockdoll

Just got offered a gig doing typewriter poetry at the Seattle Dresden Dolls date. Happiness! I apply to so many jobs. And it seems like a losing battle most days. I’m trying my best.

other day i was at david lynchs grave just having a moment of thought and admiration and lookin down at all the flowers, and coffee cups, and two cookies and a coke, and wow it just hits you like a thousand suns that art is immortal. creation is too radiant to contain in a body. we trot across time

I once had a boyfriend ask me if I thought my cat played a more active role in the household Man-that-i-see-a-couple-times-a—week, you don’t went me to answer that.

Headed to the farm store. I got excited because I heard the familiar sounds of moving cattle… I got closer. Four overweight beings on quads chasing cattle. Modern day cowboys?

So. I was cleaning the goat pen today and there were all these wings. I know spiders and bats don’t eat wings because they have little to no nutritional value. But there were at least twenty pairs. Was someone feasting? Was it a mass death of termites? What was going on?

Let‘s say you embark upon a book club venture with someone. First fifty page moment arrives. You have finished the assignment. It’s been nearly two months. They haven’t. How do you feel?